Clutches of Evil - Poetry
A life of beauty,
Is but a fairy tale.
A fabled story full of dreams,
That can only get quashed as we speak.
In search of oblivion,
Strange as that might sound.
The evil spread out,
Trying to capture pure souls,
In it's evil clutches.
A house filled with fear,
They trembled in it.
Unaware, Uncertain,
They set about to seek answers.
A place of horror,
Welcoming the uninitiated.
With no armor to protect,
The warriors looked sad.
Unsure of the next steps,
They scattered all over.
It is but a society of virtue,
That can bring this all,
To a peaceful conclusion.
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