White Embrace
It reached outward, feeding upon the night,
Reaper prowling for a dying soul.
It reached outward, feeding upon the night,
Reaper prowling for a dying soul.
No rest...no rest...until It gained Its goal.
The essence of life nourishing Its delight.
A dog howled a warning to Its prey.
It pulled the victim into Its white embrace.
My father, my father, I give thee succor and grace.
It smiled and became the friend that would betray.
It smiled and became the friend that would betray.
2 deadly screams:
Nice poem Gracen! You always give me goosebumps. Great job.
Thanks, Sierra. It's nice to know it affected someone. Poetry is really not my strong point, so I don't know how well people receive it.
I wrote this a little while back. I figured with a long weekend folks wouldn't have time to read a lengthy post, so I put this up instead.
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