A cabin at the edge of the woods
Something unseen lives inside the screen
A darkness that my shadows are visible in
Is all that in me born of the beast itself
This darkness has no enemy to intervene
The cabin has all but all it has is in red
Ravens around it, but all are dead
Am I evil?
I can hide all but my cries are louder than the woods
I lost every chance of making my life hallow,
What happens to a man with faith this shallow?
Copyright © Raynolds Moseamedi | Year Posted 2018
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