As I Wander

Primitive Graven Image

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Night falls
Black engulfs the landscape,
Silver eerie glow,
Heart drains,
Terror rises,
Looming darkness.

Human souls lay dorment.
Those who will not die roam free.

As I wander,
A figure I see,
Straight black hair,
Dripping blood.
Standing lifeless there.
Her eyes tell stories of hell.
The fine line between real and unreal,
Blurred and distorted.

Naked, white body,
Deathly black eyes,
My fear.
A familiar face,
Impossible place,
From dark, warm beauty
To freezing pale death.

Forever it haunts me,
Never shall it rest.