Death Himself
Midnight,
When the stars
Adorn the night sky
He comes
And kills
Silently
No bells
For his victims
No apologies
The people feared
They fear for their death
They fear him
They fear death
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that girl
PoesiaRemember that girl who sat alone? With a notebook and feather pen in hand? Well she was writing poetry about everything she saw, thought and went through. HIGHEST RANKING: #299 in poetry Started on [5/9/16] copyright: all rights reserved 2016
