Death's Shadow

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Mort Ombré - Poem by Death's Shadow

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.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 11, 2011


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