Ombré

By Anushka Pasham

Shadows

Gather together

Stand as one.

Devour this pitiful soul

And free him of his sin.

Shadows

Gather again

Feast upon his misery.

Echoing through the skies,

His cries,

This music shall begin the festivities tonight.

Shadows

Gather and sing

For his despairing moans

Are the pleasure we indulge and crave.

Ones darkness is the hope to others,

Thy weakness is our strength,

Thy pain, our pleasure.

Choose

Young’un

Shadows

Lurking around shall gather

And feast

Or will you engulf them

Turning into a beast?

By Anushka Pasham