It was Midnight .
The darkest hour .
A pond reflected the moon .
And a reflection of a man .
A wicked man .
His wicked smile pierced the night .
A scream pierced the night .
A ominous red substance disturbed the pond .
A murder had just occured .
At Midnight .
The mad-man no where to be seen .
Only his miasma of wickedness lingered .
What a truly dark hour .
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Dark Abstract (Series)
HorrorThis will be a series of Poems and Stories some old I writen on paper a long time ago and some new . .enjoy. ⚠️ warning the Story Poems ahead can get dark and macabre and very abstract .
