Something happy for my first post

well no, not really.



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An empty echo is all that is heard
the sad refrain of a lesson learned
In the night like scraping claws
that shreik of terror down unlit halls
A defeated man scrambles to find
A great idea that escaped the mind
Was it his? Whose to say that
he could use it anyway?
Day and night it creeps about
coloring all that it touches a shade less devout

The shadows seep out from the walls
and take nightmarish form as they swallow us all.

A downward spiral
is all that remains
of what I'd hoped
was a sad refrain.