The Dark Figure 
The Dark Figure
And now a dark figure lurks,
The sky isn’t near then,
I can hear its breathing slow,
Its pace hastens.
I speed up too not knowing,
That the sudden darkness,
Around me is now growing,
And it presses.
With each drop hitting my back,
Rain begins to pour hard,
Stitching up my hopes for joy,
I’m sorely scarred.
Its beckoning face traps me,
Its mystery lingers,
Reluctantly I approach,
Its long fingers.
Its hands were stained with some blood,
I stared strangely at it,
It laughed growing close to me,
My lip I bit.
I held my breath while fearing,
It pulled out a sharp knife,
The knife was also blood-stained,
I yelled with strife.
But it all was not enough,
He held the knife and smiled,
And as the knife went downward,
I was now dead.
Haha! Another poem I wrote to my poetry project, and its picture...^^'
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