Dark, darker, darkest,
So cold and full of fright is the night,
Though it can be fearful,
I desire it, wait for it to come, then wish it would stay…
I sleep in total darkness, so black I cannot of anything see,
The darkness seems to give me strength,
I love it all the more when sailing on the sea,
I wish to be capable of stretching its length…
I agree with the Monster part ...
The Dark Knave Knumb Knuts of the Barrens
is really a big slippery slimy Worm ...
Sneakin around searching for a nice Hole
to Slither into!
Then the Wormhole will turn into a
Black Hole ... thus becoming ...
Knave Knumb Knuts of Knothingness!
Forsooth ?
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Always figured you were something other than what you should the world. Heh.Heh Nice and spooky poem . . .
Michael D.
The Dark Knave Knumb Knuts of the Barrens
is really a big slippery slimy Worm ...
Sneakin around searching for a nice Hole
to Slither into!
Then the Wormhole will turn into a
Black Hole ... thus becoming ...
Knave Knumb Knuts of Knothingness!
Forsooth ?
Love ya!
Jane