something very dark

something dark this way came
up my spine into my brain
curious feeling i do attain
when something dark this way came

look at my hands they do reveal
slick and warm it does feel
circumstances not ideal
oh this deed i must conceal

down the stairs and out the door
not a trace i must restore
for searching eyes will explore
the true events of night before

clouded moon and moistened ground
give aid to what must not be found
my throbbing heart the only sound
perhaps telltale it does confound

years gone by yet whispers remain
although my secret forever contained
but there are times my hands seem stained
when something dark this way came


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