Dark, Freestyle, Horror, Poetry, Writing

All the Horrors

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It creeps from the furthest corners,

The ones swathed in raven black shadows

It lurches forward, beady scarlet eyes leering

It rears towards me, stained razor sharp fangs

Disguised by a familiar face

A fetid scent reeking of unknown horror

Fills quivering nostrils

A part of my mind refuses to believe,

Such a monstrous fiend

Can’t possibly exist in reality

But then I solemnly remember,

All the horrors of this cruel world

Are merely man made

© 15 February 2020, by Haley Scully

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