The Nightcomers Ch.6 - Nine
A purr, a scowl
A death so fowl
His soul was taken away
With him, the devil lay
He lay to take them all away.
A gentle purr,
Eight lives remained
Another five must be taken.
Sorrow through insanity,
The flashing lights would come.
The flashing lights would come.
Posted by Rob on May 1st, 2007 | Filed in Fiction, The Nightcomers |
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