The thundering wind
Of the approaching storm was
More ferocious than a raging bull.
A denizen of darkness approaches.
It is as though night grows darker
In his presence and the trees fall silent.
Intimidation and power are omnipotent
As he strikes fear into the hearts of man,
Demons and ghouls alike.
He is the shadow lurking behind the trees
Or the shadow beneath your eye.
He is unseen; a phantom of the night.
He is here.
This is the end.


Written By: Andrew D. Robertson