Shadow

A shadow has cast itself on us today, one of red
Once it moved on many were dead
Was this shadow of red one of need?
Or did it contain nothing but hatred and greed?

He was known as the quiet boy people knew
Until his insanity grew
With a gun in his hand he shot for fun
Watching as these young adults struggled to run

One by one they fell to the ground
until you no longer heard a sound
For the shadiw left ... but unkind
Leaving stains of red behind



Poetry by Dark Angel
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Written on 2007-05-18 at 01:38

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