He came in with an incurable plague
His dismal figure reeked of death and decay
Everything he touched withered into imminent demise
He is a baleful pestilence, roaming.

With impure intention, he waited
Like a prey in the night, lurking through nigtmares
His insatiable hunger permeated the depressive night
Haunting, starving.

He found me wandering along a dark path
His presence made my heart cower in fear
His demonic eyes could see through my broken soul
My misery invited him in, my fate is sealed.



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  2. Such a potent presence and description of a figure, the killer of fathers….death. Dark and misunderstood to some, you painted this dismal picture with such dark colors that you brought him to life with such artful description. You killed this, no pun intended, this was dark but yet vividly bright when it comes to the mind.


      1. Writers of a feather scribble togetherπŸ˜‰. So welcome for the support and thank you back lovely, love your blog and all that you do. And your spotlight for pointing out talent, you’re awesome, you have my support.


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