The Darkness Two
That blade looks so inviting tonight,
I fear there will be no control,
The scars have yet to fade since last blood was drawn,
He was angry when last he saw,
Which truth be told was many times over since words were last written,
The innocent never knows, but questions,
Soothed fears explained as accident,
Death does not come this eve,
He waits for the right moment,
Swiftly on raven wings he will capture this soul.
Copyright © Michelle Cloutier | Year Posted 2020
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