Mort Ombré Poem by Death's Shadow

Mort Ombré



It creeps up
slow and silently,
stalking it's prey.

A chill will run up your spine,
cold as a winter day,
as the darkness
lovingly embraces you.

Quand mort ombré est prés.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: winter
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