Approaching
Breathless it watches,
watching, watching,
the black rose blooms,
thorns extending,
the darkness pressing,
rushing, rushing.
The blood-soaked stream
crashing about us,
and yet it stares,
staring, staring.
One soul standing alone,
heart broken, misshapen,
one hand, forward it reaches,
reaching, reaching.
Clawed hand groping,
the heart broken soul,
and away they go,
going, going,
into the mist
goes the forgotten.
Ominous it approaches,
approaching, approaching.