I thought of this poem on the way home from school i walked because i got attacked on the bus.
Aged by night me and my friends grow but as the years go the unsepected ones will never know, there going to pay for every soul they slay.
As i back into the darkness my claws shine with sharpness, geting ready to cut you open however there is a conclushon, this you will never know but all i know is by the end of this hour your ashs will fall like snow.
Enjoy.
