A poem based off of the story "Footsteps & Laughter"
Anatomy of They
They are the ones that haunt my mind
Lurk in shadows and thoughts sublime
Formed of neither dimensions or time
For what you search, They can find
Eyes of gray, They fear no lines
They speak in riddles, They speak in rhymes
They seek the weak, for more of Their kind
They see your thoughts, though they stand behind
Though the victims shriek, though they whine
To horrors, They are blind
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