A creation

He’s not like any body
So pale like nobody
He lived before till now
That of which in the darkness of owl

You wouldn’t dare be like him
And perform his night scheme
But I guarantee this
His magic you wouldn’t want to miss

He is a killer – cold blood
And passion is red blood
He thirsts and wants
And life he lusts

He is so lovely for a being
Who was once a human being
He is immortal addressed often as “man”
… though he is not human

 

 

 

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Looming

There I was standing amidst the tall trees
The sound so vivid as it linger in my ears
I closed my eyes and let the feeling simmer
Until I realized the sky is getting dimmer

I am surrounded by fine winter snow
And the cold from my fingers crept to my toe
A gorgeous blanket of meek and purity
If not for the cold I’ll stay there for eternity

It matters not what’s to happen next
May it be sorrow, pity or success annex
I will stand still and battle this ground
For in the end I am here bound

It’s tough to know how one should prepare
But some affair you just cannot bear
But fear I will not because I will prevail
I will be equipped with the strength it entail

Unseen