Realm of Dread
Into the realm of dread I roam,
where shadows loom as spirits
groan.
The air is thick with deathly
doom,
and eerie whispers fill the room.
My senses reel,
my heart beats fast,
as ghosts of the past reveal
their past.
I fear the worst,
yet still I go,
into the realm below.
Copyright © Mandy Jolly | Year Posted 2023
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