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The Shadow of Black, the Pool of Red by dusticoyote

The Shadow of Black, the Pool of Red

The Shadow is here

He's here again

He follows me

He sees my sin

Through the alley

And in the dark

Like stalking prey

He's wearing thin

He knows my name

He chases me

He's gone insane

He's after me

My breath is thick

My chest is heavy

I'm wearing down

With fear again

And when he spoke

He said to me

With eloquence

and poetry

That my time had come

My story's end

My waking dream

Was going to end

And with his knife

He ran me through

And there I bled

My life force, when

My vision blurred

My final sight

It was of that

Quite handsome man

Who came to me

In shadow form

To cut me down

And made my end.

The Shadow of Black, the Pool of Red

dusticoyote

The polite shadow, murders in the dark, and speaks like a gentleman.

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