In the land of shadows,
The demons hunt,
Stalking their prey with uncanny silence
And unerring accuracy.
Slipping through the night,
Wicked laughter
And an unnatural stillness,
Left in their wake.
Haunting the darkness,
The demons lurk,
Waiting in the perverted quiet,
For just…
…
…
The right…
…
…
Moment…
…
…
To…
…
…
POUNCE!
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 11:47 AM UTC
In the land of shadows,
The demons hunt,
Stalking their prey with uncanny silence
And unerring accuracy.
Slipping through the night,
Wicked laughter
And an unnatural stillness,
Left in their wake.
Haunting the darkness,
The demons lurk,
Waiting in the perverted quiet,
For just…
…
…
The right…
…
…
Moment…
…
…
To…
…
…
POUNCE!
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