Rivers Of Blood
3 December, 2006
Author: Rick Ryckman
The dark whirlwind comes scorching the night.
The clouds of misery come shedding its blood.
The black dogs of hell are baring their sharp fangs.
The madness of my fears came creeping in.
I am faltering through the dark caves of time.
The slaughtered have found rest in the catacombs.
When a blizzard of snow covers my headstone.
Morbid images are flashing from the graveyard.
I can see the shadow of the reaper's footprints coming.
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| barb (67.58.196.91) -- Monday, December 4 2006, 01:06 am This is a good write but the subject is depressing I like things that make me feel good.That's just me thou. |
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