A poem I wrote about a cloaked figure.
|The Cloaked Figure
Slowly, sliently, the cloaked figure pushes through the crowd.
Surrounded by light, he is the only darkness in sight.
The cloaked figure makes everyone around him shiver in fear.
And makes them wish that they were anywhere but here.
For the cloaked figure is the darkest of the dark
And around the cloaked figure, there is no hope, not even a spark.
Little is known about our mysterious shape.
He wears his intimidating appearece in a jet black cape.
You mustn't look at the scary silloutte,
Bucause then he will be very upset.
The things that this man can do to you
He'll make you wish you hadn't knew
Anything that had to do with the Cloaked Figure...