The Shadow
A shadow in the dark, holding his gun.
By David ArcherPublished 7 years ago • 1 min read
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A Shadow in the dark
Holding a gun.
He was too scared to fight.
He was too scared to run.
His life was filled with total hell
'Cause his love for her had failed.
In the streets, people gathered with their sighs,
As the shadow waved his last goodbyes.
She ran to him, but it was too late.
The Shadow had wiped clean his slate.
A shadow in the dark, holding his gun.
She is too scared to fight
and too scared to run.
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About the Creator
David Archer
I grew up in a small town in Oklahoma. I have been writing since I was in sixth grade. I am currently a staff writer for Boston Sports. I love writing across many genres and will be adding lots more soon. Thank you for reading!
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