Stinging red eyes
Peering from mysterious shadows
Scrutinizing over the bloodstained wall
Threatening hands are upon her
A thread, small enough
to pass through the eye of a needle
Dwindles and fades
As it is ourselves who diminish it
Our once thickly braided rope
Is severed
We stare what's imminent straight through the eyes
As malevolence lingers before us
And we are lost to the night.
Steph (*In Dying Days)
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