Terror seeps through every alley.
Every tree has lost its shade.
Every eyelid sleeps wide open.
Comfort slowly slips away.
Hellish shadows in the distance
watch and wander in the deep.
Empty hallways bring a presence.
Down these earthen walls they creep.
Somewhere in an old dimension
all-consuming evil speaks.
Forever wandering spies of darkness,
bringing death to those they seek.
If only we had never been there,
where devils dwell around the bend,
we wouldn’t be lost in this nightmare;
in the land of Summer’s End.
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Gabriel Burton
My Facebook has an ancient email attached to it. Real email is [email protected]. Hit me up for existential conversation, or to share poems/stories.
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