The Sinister Night
The lighting, it was over-bright
as hushed wings beat through silent skies,
and bloody screams rang through the night.
The lighting, it was over-bright
when whence I came upon the sight,
a pallid corpse with crimson eyes.
The lighting, it was over-bright
as hushed wings beat through silent skies.
05/25/16
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