ZOHLDEN
On the night of no moon,
When darkness consumes light.
There'll be a man, born in tombs,
Who'll hold the darkness tight.
There was a folklore, in Africa,
About a man who feed on soul.
They were afraid to call his name,
Coz he caged souls of all.
[A short poem from my book 'BELIAL - the legend' ]
2018-10-18 14:02:58
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