The Darkness
The blood of the innocent
Shall flow through the streets,
Marking the beginning
Of the era of darkness.
Screams will reverberate
Through the chaotic night,
And fires will burn
From the flesh of the damned.
Death roars his evil laugh
As his minions dance and play,
Doing unthinkable things
That no mere mortal wishes to think.
The end has come
For it has been foreseen,
That the world shall be forever
Shrouded in eternal shadows.
This poem was written by Adrian Whelan on Jan 10, 2007.
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