Short Sythe Poems

Through darkness i see a light,
though i run from it in fright
to stay in the dark
is where i want to be
for death and darkness suits me
to hear the frightened screams of pain
sounding everywhere like the falling rain
i grin in joy with the destruction i've caused
i swing my sythe without a pause
laughing at the blood that sprays
i think to myself
heck i could do this for days...

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