Sinner Or Saint? Poem by Shallow Wolf

Black as down
cold as ice
ghostly shadows,
and a hollow fright.

bright stars
yellow moon,
muffled howls,
and the midnight gloom.

Chilling rain,
bloody sand,
black clouds,
and whistleing winds.

dancing trees,
swaying leaves,
calls from heaven
all for me.

The dark ones scrwam,
the scratch the ground,
trying to drown me,
in the burning flame.

Lighning strikes,
thunder booms.
Rain slaps,
as the dark ones come.

I am doomed..