The Coming

October 3, 2011
A dark night, a cold breeze,
Thunder booms, the average horror scene.
Screams and yells, from out of the side,
No time to run, no time to hide.

You take a deep breath, to calm you down,
But the time is here, the time is now.
For once it was right, now evils here,
No time to freight, no time to fear.

You cannot grasp, the scene depicted,
The views of light, nor the convicted.
You close your eyes, to change you view,
But the darkness crept in, and took it from you.

Darkness.
Cold breeze.
Thunder.

The coming.





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