December 16, 2010
By Anonymous

Like a thief in the night, it eerily creeps
Masking its identity with the mysteries of night
As it slowly engulfs innocent souls with terror
It is the harsh breeze that chills to the bone
It is the screams that echo through the gloomy sky
It is the pair of eyes that follow your every move
One can not be shielded from its wrath
It walks the Earth unheard of yet unstoppable
It is the Unknown

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