Unto TheeA Poem by Midnight CountessJust something small, so I can get back into shape of writing.
Unto thee,
You foul beast. You wretched creature from below. Go back to thy unworthy cell Wherest thou hadst come. You have no meaning here. No life, No love. You have no joy in thy heart. Only disgust. You are pure evil, Something without words. Away with you and your forever hate, Your blackness. And never come back. © 2012 Midnight CountessAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on November 5, 2012 Last Updated on November 5, 2012 AuthorMidnight CountessNYAboutI am the Midnight Countess. I wander through the night and appear in your nightmares. I am not your next-door-neightbor girl. I hunger. more..Writing
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