we came across a sightless fright.
That cannot be negated by our might,
but to fall into the open arms of blight.
The thought of it just fills my head,
with pain and sorrow and all that's dread.
Over time it is clear that we have bled,
too late for any other regret.
It's presence stills the howling wind,
silencing all that cause a din.
Those blood-shot eyes that pricks like a pin,
dividing all from their kin.
A sinister smile it flashes around,
for reasons that are too profound.
Sharp screeching voices that it hounds,
with no chance to escape we are bound.
A touch so cold that it bites,
chilling senses blinding sight.
With orders as our only guide,
only to wish that we could take flight.
In such dark times we turn to thee,
with a dire hope and a silent plea.
That this darkness seize its spree,
and one day we shall all be free.
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