My dearest friend,
I shall write to you,
Of horrors deep, and terrors true,
Of things that lurk, in the shadowed night...
And haunt our dreams, with all their might.
For in this world, so full of fear,
There are things that we should never hear.
From whispers, in the dark of night,
To screams, that fill our souls with fright.
We feel the chill, of icy breath...
And see the eyes, of looming death,
We hear the creak, of ancient floor,
And know that death, is at our door.
We see the shadows, move and sway,
And know that something terrible wants to play,
We hear the footsteps, in the hall...
And know that something wants us all.
So let us hide, and lock the door,
And pray that we will see no more,
Of horrors, deep, and terrors true.
That stalk our dreams and come for you.
And though the night may be long and dark,
We'll keep on fighting, with all our heart,
Never forgetting to do our part.
Sincerely, Your Last Companion,
M.X
About the Creator
Kaliyah Myers
"Change is imperative. But the kind of change is the most important detail."
In being a writer, I hope to share something relatable and adventurous that you can love too.
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