“From The Shadows”

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There’s something in the night,

That crawls, there is,

Moaning and groaning,

Coming for the kids.

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White eyes in the dark,

No pupil there in,

The dog won’t even bark,

For the fear in him.

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It lives in the shadows,

From demons, was born,

From down in hell’s gallows,

No shape, nor form.

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Like some ancient curse,

To squander your soul,

To quench a thirst,

That’s never been full.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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Poem on Image:  placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2015′