Nightmare

The night is to come and,

Along with all of it's sorrows

I can hear the chanting of the crows.

I become the ghost of these streets.

Hopes and honours of many men,

soon entangle me in horrors.

A symphony of those from the dark.

My sanity has become marked.

Reviews

[Jason Dyer]

This one really grabs my interest. Wish there was more to it! Seems like there may not be hope for these men who seem enchained to the night.

[Suavis_Umbra]

yes exactly! im glad that you understood and that you liked it XD XD thanks a lot XD