My hand is shaking,
Like the quaking earth,
They come for me,
In the depths of the dark,
I can hear their footsteps,
They move like air in the night,
They blow their trumpets and, bang their drums,
They come ever near,
My time grows short,
They're outside the room,
I only regret all that I've lost,
They're here.... |
Submission Name: Coming For Me
