Dark Gloom

She knew not how it was, but with the first glimpse of sundown came the evil leer of thee fatigued shadow,
It was laying low, unnoticed in her room.

With thy smile a sense of insufferable gloom settled within her.
The cold settled around, sinking  in her a sickening feeling that brought heat to her toes.

This thing that unnerved her so - what was it?

It certainly couldn't be the fear of the night...
For therein she thrived.
So she turned to religion and pondered weak and weary... seeking answers beyond this realm,

As the clouds turned dark, a figure cloaked in black
Approached,inviting her to death's bosom
Thus demanding from her a drop of water, for death is thirsty work...


                                                                      Written By: Atila