Contorted by the soul we bare,
Not knowing where to go.
Soon it'll be over and done,
And the games have just begun.
With children in their mother's care,
To the silent night of the air and snow.
Where heaven has fallen,
And those who begin to suffer,
Perish into the darkness which has been caved in.
While we fight over the warmth of a muffler,
The sound of a chilling scream,
Can only mean one thing.
A beholder is planning a scheme,
An evil lurking for its next victim.
So beware and be warned,
For this is a creature that cannot be scorned.
©silntvoice
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