The name of this poem came from the amazing QuillOwl, who also helped come up with this poem by giving me the name. I'd like to note that I was listening to a happy upbeat song while listening to this. So, I guess I really do have a 'sadistic and corrupt minds' as Quill so nicely put it that just 'vomits out these types of poems.' Thanks, I really needed that image in my head. Now I get to finish the essay that's due on Thursday...whoopee...
Shadows
Who they belong to, nobody knows
A clawed hands
A spiraling mound of black sand
A Shadow
The owner? Nobody knows
A cruel laugh from the corner of the room
A voice whispering of your doom
A Shadow
The owner? Who knows
"Do you believe in me now?"
Hold steady, do not cow
He is getting near
Please, show no fear
"Let your fear out"
"Scream and shout"
"Doesn't matter what you do"
"No one can hear you"
Started with a shadow on the street
Soon its owner you would meet
Pitch Black in front of you
Whispers of "Please, no! Don't do-"
Shadow's hand in your mind
Trapped in invisible binds
A flit of a twisted Shadow
Who's? Very few know