Over a Decade
In middle of the night
He creep in like thief
The thunder roaring
Across Your floors
A flash of lightning
Created a fire
Skipping stars
Started to fall
Your sleeping minds
Heard the dark knights call
Rise up or you shall crawl
Upon your hands and knees
Like a disease
Copyright © Venita Schindler | Year Posted 2016
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