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Oct 2020
Something wild
Something calm
Something rides
for us at dawn
Something stolen
Something black
A thing unsettling
on the track
Something feathered-
Something flees-
A thing corrupted
A darkling beast
A cry goes up
A call for aid
A loaded gun
A sharpened blade
Here we stand
Arm to arm
Where night is thick
and blood is warm
Though we may die
We stand as one
Against the night
And what may come
just looove dark imagery. I hope you enjoy this one, it's one of my recent favourites
Kaitlyn MacIntyre
Written by
Kaitlyn MacIntyre  31/Canada
     S Michaels and Nellie 55
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