Friday, 9 June 2017

****WARNING POWERTEX IS NOT FOR THE FAINT HEARTED****

"The Reapers Moon"

And now for something completely different

Under the bed
In your head
Demons lay in wait.

                     
  Black dogs howl,
Air turns foul,
The stench of cornered bait.


Reaper Appears,
Fear of fears,
He's here to seal your fate.

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