freya Wood

Rookie (22-3-91 / Birmingham)

They Come - Poem by freya Wood

They Come.

Spirits of the dead,
Creatures of the dark,
They come to hunt,
They come to kill,
They come in search,
Of blood to spill.

They seek revenge
With empty eyes,
They’ll destroy the living,
They despise.
If you do wrong
They teach you right
They’ll haunt your dreams
Through the night
They come for fun,
They come to play
For all your wrongs
They’ll make you pay.
They rise with wind
They rise from earth
They rise through water
They rise for fire
They rise to take your fears
Higher and higher.

Spirits of the dead,
Creatures of the dark,
They come to hunt,
They come to kill,
They come in search,
Of blood to spill.


Comments about They Come by freya Wood

  • Rookie Firas Allouzi (6/23/2009 7:59:00 AM)

    Again, just beautiful. I do like your way of repetition. How you repeat the outset of the peom at its end.. it flows smoothly. Good job! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 23, 2009



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