A Ballad for Death

A compilation of the first 500 poems I ever wrote.
I write in my free time accross different styles and themes, sometimes there are reasons to what I write and sometimes there are not, but I always try to follow my inspiration.


364. Stand in its wake

A demon must awake

After the fall of day,

And with dark come what may

As we stand in its wake.

The creature is reborn

Each night under the stars

Full of hate, full of scorn,

Exceeding even ours,

It lies in the shadow,

Oh, just out of our sight

Feeding on intense light,

Calm and pretty as snow,

Waiting for its moment

Cold and deadly serpent…

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