The pitch black skies
are filled with lies.
The streets at night
have no light.
The rancid smell
is enough to tell.
My end is near,
but I have no fear.
I gasped at the sight,
it was no delight.
With my last breath
I await my death
Crash, came a sound
That rumbled the ground.
People ran to the site
Where there was no light.
What they saw
Left them in awe.
A frightening beast,
That was ready to feast.
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My poems or short stories, will be different than any other. Maybe more horror, I don't know, what do you think? Comment. Don't Steal. Don't Copy.
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