As I walk down the torch lit halls I feel the pull the darkness calls in the glow of the flame, nothing seems quite the same I sense his presence,the movement, the air he's here in some untouched lair. In my eyes an evil glare, I feel the heat on my face, If you've stumbled in here you probably feel fear just close your eyes there's nowhere to hide see his eyes, hear their cries, the voice will call follow the sound, welcome to the underground. Lil Angel 536
Under the weeping willow tree She looks up head tilted back her golden locks cascading down her shoulders eyes twinkling in the moonlight, creeping from behind the shiny black glove is unseen, the silver flashes across those golden locks the cold hard steel, menacing behind her, she turns shhh....shhhh... she falls into the dew covered grass a silenced shot, a breath stopped the leaves cast shadows against her still eyes her body lay alone and torn, like the glaring eye of a red storm. Lil Angel 536
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