The Pale Thing

The Pale Thing

The Pale Thing

The thin creature

Deathly pale, like death itself

So familiar, so similar to you or I

but not–hell-bent

Its image burnt onto my eye

The pale thing

Curious, insidious

Is it any wonder that it’s after me?

I do not know, don’t ask me why.

You and I, we must hide

We must go, far away

Into darkness for eternity

(Lest the pale thing come for me)


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