The Unknown

POETRY NEWS #4232
Date: 01/18/2013 at 12:26
From: Marquis Koradhil Ranahiir, Defender of the Arts
To : Everyone
Subj: The Unknown

I know not what lies in store,
I know not what I'm waiting for.
It comes in the night
On the edge of my sight
With a quiet scritch-scratch on the door.

A terror is walking the halls,
Dark menace is flooding the walls.
And under the moon,
I feel coming doom
As the horses all rest in their stalls.

The shroud of night is now upon.
The watch of the town guards is gone,
And a great sense of dread
Now surrounds my bed.
I do hope that I'll see the dawn.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Miraman, in the year 616 AF.