May 23, 2011
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The darkness consumes

Fear feeding its flames.

1-6 year old Children lay in bed,

Cowering like rabbits being hunted.

They see images,

That I know,personally,

Moving in the murk.

Watching, waiting,

For a moment to strike.

When they grow up,

They ShIfT their fear,

But the darkness is always near.

The night brings many horrors,

That many a child fear,

So fear the dark,

For your children's screams

You wont be able to hear...

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Anagam said...
Jun. 22, 2011 at 11:34 am
Very good poem, though i think u culd make it better in how u how u put together ur lines, but i love it :D
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