Doc Peters Poems

Darkness slowly rising, yet not here still
Twilight promises the arrival soon at hand
Shadows lengthening, the Reaper closing in
My candle fades in wind, my Life a broken strand
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Outright bloodshed under moonlit skies
shadows cast a graveyard of dreams
Tears I bled, useless my cries
happy my past, aeons it seems
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Blood red moon o'er earth
casting shadows ghastly
Samael it must be
seeding Death's rebirth
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