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by Poison
Rated: E · Poetry · Fantasy · #1252938
A poem of the Hunted and the Hunter.
In the dark of the light
Deep down in the graves
High in the black sky
Far away in lands
Whose names no one knows
In graveyards hidden with mist
Over crouching trees and
Under deserted houses
Where spiders and roaches crawl
Near the tombstone of the ghost
We'll be there- waiting, waiting, and ever waiting

Under hidden stones inscribed with treasure maps
In caves besot with traps and bats
Where the black rain falls forevermore
And the fields are stained with death
In the places your mother says never to go
Around the black holes in our universe
Inside the books which hold the tales of horror and fear
Beside the dead who home revenge
Creeping alongside those who wish to kill
In a place that houses the weary and fearful
We'll be waiting for you, for you

We are the ones you have betrayed
I am the one you threw away
We are the lies you've said
I am the horror of your fate
We are waiting, waiting, ever waiting
I'll be there, to rip your heart apart
So run away, little boy, run away
Run to where we are
Because....we are everywhere.
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