In the dark,
The elf has no heart,
He isn’t here for a lark,
He is going to tear you apart.
His swords drip,
Saturated by blood,
He will rip,
And, rush through like a flood.
Fear is crawling up your back,
Waiting for his attack,
All you see is naught but black,
There is no time to retract.
I see shifting shadows in the dark,
The Raven Stone will sink the ark.
I thought I would write a poem to accompany my short story. I certainly like the way it turned out.
Found image on Pintrest, but I’m not sure who to credit it too.
And, speaking of my short story, if you missed In the Dark here’s a conveniently placed link.