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This is my attempt at a sad, scary poem. Good poet's should be able to write about other things than the good, becuase not al is good in this world, but also any kind of poetry as well. So here goes...



Beneath the cobwebs in the darkness it hides
It awaits for your return
The neglect it has suffered is grueling
Yet they are patient in waiting for your return
Their knowledge is vast and they know that you'll reappear again
Yet their patience is wearing thin
Lenient they were when you longed to be free for this one moment
But you promised to come back
And you will suffer all that they have and more
Once you come again
It cannot be forgotten
Returning again, for you see
They will come and haunt you and make you return
But if you cannot remember,
Who exactly is calling
Well the darkness, is of course
The darkness?
Is but I
Whom you abandoned in the storm
And when you did not return
I perished from hunger and thirst
But when you return my bones will lay scattered
All waiting for you to bury them
And learn what you have done
And who am I?
Your loyal faithful pal
Your dog
Sal