Poem. Just because

Darkness looms on a moonless night
The chickens are all asleep
The wolves they howl with sounds of fright
From the woods so deep
A man walks by with a sly grin
He limps with some despair
He is tall and rather thin
His head, he has no hair
A ghostly shadow follows him
Black cape and scy in hand
His futures looking rather grim
He is a lonely man
As death creeps up from behind
He shouts and no one hears
He is only one of a kind
For once he’s shedding tears


Bravo, I like it very much :smiley:

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Yeah most of the time even the most miserable among us hate for it all to be over. Good poem.


Thanks all! 15151515

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