Submissions by CanadianToken

Once upon a time,
There was a nice fellow walking down a narrow winding path at the break of dawn; searching.
A second man treading close behind with a wicked grinish snarl.
The nice young man slowly comes to a halt dead centre in the middle of the old dirt rode, earily kneeling down on a seemingly injured ankle.
The sound of a crunch heightens the unaware travalers  senses triggering a side unseen. In a quick instant, he looks up to stare at his new assailant. "Vlad is it not?" the young man asks.
The now more nervous then threating man answers with a shrug,...

In the mornin of the dark,
The light seeps slowly,
Gently falling in ,
To a dark almost holy,

No one really knows,
If so they dont tell,
Leaving us behind,
Hoping not to sell,