Shadows

by shadows of saber   Aug 23, 2007


All around, The shadows gather.

My dread grows as the dark touch falls against me.

It carries me, and darkly my life's blood drips to the dead grass. in numbers i hang my head while nothingness takes me.

Now tormented, my essence falls upon to uncaring eyes.

This is what you made me

saber.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Tracy D Rollings

    Thats a good write wild and aa little twisted , but well written and word choice was good, keep it up, Tracy d