How can you physical see this man looking like, think deeper than just dark.


Scribe

Scribe of death,
He checks his list
His eyes slowly flicking over the names of the doomed
Sinister smile stretches with greed across his darkened face
A sceam fills his mind
His purpose is inevitable
Striding out across the room
ready for business
he releases his dagger and plunges into action
But all he feels isn't regret or dismay
Just the fact that he has to get the job done
For it is all that matters in his life...

All that has meaning anymore




Poetry by lily vitoria
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Written on 2006-08-24 at 07:55

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keith nunes
scary lily. nice piece!
2006-08-24