The darkness calls
Singing softly
It begs of me
To join its embrace
I ignore its call
And continue down the road
The forest grows darker
A fog soon follows
A chill fills the air
As I reach out
Tendrils spiral from the fog
Softly gracing my fingertips
A scream is released
As the darkness shifts
A face of nightmares
Snarls and growls
A smell fills my nostrils
The smell of rot
The smell of death
The smell of evil
I try to back away
The tendrils grip harder
The face inches closer
The eyes peer into my soul
Images flow into my mind
I see why it came
My soul is home
As the darkness calls
About the Creator
D. L. Scott
I am a non-binary writer who enjoys the genres of horror/fantasy. I specialize in short stories and poetry. My love of writing began at a young age and has continued well into my adult years even as my ms has made it difficult to keep up.
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