Nocturnal
Screams from darkness
Pitch black night
Carrying me to wander
Through inky thickness
Slowly stepping, creeping about
Hoping to become the scene
Listening keenly to those prey
Running from destiny
Approaching the hour of capture
And harvesting of souls
Raped from innocence
And fed upon by vultures
Picking and plucking
From long dead bones
Copyright © Eckho Scott | Year Posted 2019
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