Darkest Hour - Poem by Craig Margolius
There's demons knocking on her door.
Her shadows want to kill some more.
She's now become death's finest slave,
but she's sitting by her lover's grave.
She wishes she could take it back,
but now because her heart turned black
she has no emotion to even care,
just awake at night with no one there.
On her face she has no smile.
She's just waiting for a while.
Until it is death's darkest hour,
so her next victim she can devour.
And now there's blood stained on her hand,
but no longer can she stand.
Her love for him just runs too deep,
so now sh's in forever sleep.
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