scott matthews


Who Was He

In hte dark i hear a scream,
For an instant a flash of light,
in hte light i heard laughter.
But now again in the dark I'm surprised,
for as i sit on the ground with no sight,
i see a man, his face is kind but scar'd,
The scars from lies treachery and deceit,
His hands are soft upon my shoulder,
but they seem at ease for such powerfull things,

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