Saturday, March 27, 2010

16-Line Poem: The Touch of a Finger


For in the darkness,
There shall linger,
A man who can kill,
With the touch of a finger,

He'll come in black,
With a vicious grin,
He'll ask you to be,
One of his kin,

You must not listen,
To his message of lies,
You must ignore,
The blood-curdling cries,

Obey what I say,
Take this to heart,
Don't let this man in,
Or the evil will start.

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