AROUND THE CORNER
Just
Around
The corner
Lurking inside
The corridors of
Of the innersole a
Darkness awaits, awaiting
For untold riches and treasures
In order to receive, one submits
To darkness, Raven’s unholy canon
You are on a spiral into darkness
From which, there is no returning back
Your essence, will forever burn
In the darkened pit of hell
As though a thousand snakes
Twisting and turning
And the gnashing
Of their teeth
Poisoned
Death
(~Etheree Format~)
By GaelicRogue
© 2008 GaelicRogue
(All rights reserved)
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