Shadows
Disclaimer - Harry Potter is owned by J. K. Rolwing and Bloomsbury etc. Just a poem that suddenly erupted from the top of my head.
The enemy darkest is brutal,
All resistance is too futile,
In the darker shades of grey,
Amongst the gathering dust.
They hunt together in packs
Of five, together in the
Echoing silence, perpetual
Motion without delay.
Never ending or beginning
In spinning a reel of motion,
Always contorting the way
We think, we feel. Screams
Against them, profanity alight,
To walk the endless road,
No resting point in sight,
Relentless hunters to and fro
From dust until dawn,
Fliting amongst the shadows blue
Where no light can penetrate
To tunnels end beyond.
Rising storms of hate and
Intolerance cloud the
Inner truths. They fear as
Much as anyone, though
Rage comsumes them more.
The tremblings terror of a
Youngest member could only
Spur their lust for damage.
Even amongst their own they fight
Till death, until the end,
Of neither or both, but it is
True to say they do not care.
The enemy is their target true,
No better bounty held,
Become a target, the horror beheld,
Driven to their cause they
Will find you no matter what
You cannot hide, you cannot run
The shadows will discover you
The shadows will uncover you.