I feel like my fate is catching
Up with me
Here come that long dark
Shadow quickly gaining on
Me
There is something strange
In the mystic wind
That long dark shadow is
Racing with the wind
It has a strange air about
It
But I just can’t figure what
It leaves a trail of darkness
Where day cannot abide
The stench is quite unbearable
With long trails of his coming
I try to hide behind every
Corner
I think will keep me from it’s
Path
I bend down on my knees and
Pray
The lord will sit me on his holy
Ground
I know than I will be safe from
The darkness shadow that seeks
Out to steal one’s soul..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem