I tremble
when i wake.
Feeling
the mobs wake.
The fear
does not subside,
A trickle of fear
i do not hide.
From the bed
do i rise,
To face the creatures
that lurk outside?
Whilst the morn will come,
and i will see the sun.
Fires will greet my eyes,
as i grit my teeth
against their cries.
Dejers Garth
I tremble
when i wake.
Feeling
the mobs wake.
The fear
does not subside,
A trickle of fear
i do not hide.
From the bed
do i rise,
To face the creatures
that lurk outside?
Whilst the morn will come,
and i will see the sun.
Fires will greet my eyes,
as i grit my teeth
against their cries.
Do i detect sarcasm?