Shadows,
hiding inthe darkest corners.
Hiding from the light.
they seep and churn
and reep and burn
all throughout the night
When death is done,
and all deeds evils,
you will find me then.
I will wear a crown of thorn,
then be beaten dead.
But through all my sorrows,
troubles and pains.
the dead will
never
ever
rise again.
Shadows
when death appears and shadows lurk. when doom has found its day. u will find me with a crown of thorns beaten to death that dayDid you like this poem? Write one of your own!
