Cover the moon with a cloud
Because I love a perfect dark night
Where I can be proud
And shine by my own light
Only when it's dark
And filled with gloom
Can I make my mark
And make it soon
I show the light
And make them bleed
But only at night
When a pack of murderers I lead
We spread gore
And preform many a crime
We only want more
And it could be your time
I shine by my own light
And only be mine
My accomplice is the night
And I have never been caught for a crime
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The Death Poems: Collection 2
PoetryThe second collection of poems about darkness and evil. This collection will have everything from zombies to nightmares. Collection 3 is now published, so please check that one out as well.