quote from The Devouring by Simon Holt
this text belongs to the author and all that stuff
when the dark creeps in and eats the light.
bury your fears on Sorry Night.
For in the winter's blackest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours.
No one can see it, the life they stole.
Your body's here but not your soul...
creepy huh? I never finished the book, it creeped me out when some dead guy was like getting this thing coming from his head and other nasty creepy crap like that. don't want to ruin the book for you. The Devouring by Simon Holt, and a creepy sequel is coming out. I sound like an advertising person.
my point is: cool poem.
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