Ever felt a dark kind of aura Someone nasty vile horrid Always bringing you down Leaving you caustic and bored Life's little leeches and vampired hoards Always take care be cautious but bold Dont let them in to devour your soul What you have is worth protecting Be steady gates of oak They flung theirs away and Now have been told To gather more for that evil dark lord So, stay in the light snd As your soul told Ever vigilant the devil never gets old Always angling to give him your gold
With a beer in one hand, a fly rod in the other. For her first attempt at writing a poem. Color me impressed!! The bead bite on the Kenai is beginning!
That place in mind so dark that bats can see just fine is where I go to hide and find that light again to repeat my tired cycle of dark to light to feel the pain to better illustrate all that remains is no love means no gain
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