Early Poetry - 2

Vengeance is all around

When the sun goes down

And the wind begins to blow

The sky turns black

The stars don't shine

And the air becomes so cold

Over there

Behind the stone

A shadow of death is seen

You can't run

You can't hide

You can't even scream

As it fades away

You move about

Trying to be so brave

But you best beware of this night

For it brings vengeance

From the grave