I made this poem quite awhile ago. It's a good one, just thought I'd share it with Menewsha. It doesn't rhyme, but I like it anyways. :cool:

As evening approaches and the shadows begin their descent into my home, the same frightening thoughts always disturb me. Darkness sends its shadows to draw all men back into itself, for it is in the shadows that darkness plays. And what of the man who stays in the shadows too long, at play with sinister thoughts?
Darkness will surely overtake him.

Please tell me what you think!