I'll start with my most recent poem.

Ending

The black of a terrible night has a reddish work afoot
As a heathen cry on an edge of a word is heard
Run
That rips you out of the world in this dark forest
Hot as cider and your sweat and blood
There are many-faced wizards of the night
Run
With sharp-eyed secret intent
That slashes with daggers fueled by vengeance
Run
Familiar spirits are afflicting in malevolence
Striking an inferno of fear from an underworld as you
RUN!

But stop.
Calm the soul of eyes and archfiends and painfully bloody fights
And listen and watch and embrace the darkness
Is the phenomenon real?
The cold fire licking at your heels
As a divided empire falls
What you do not run from cannot chase you
And what you cannot see cannot seize your control of you
The forest is dark, but the trees are friends with moss
That shows you the way
The wind whispers a song that talks to you
Do not run
Do not escape
To escape from nothing
Is to fear to without end
And as the sun rises there is an
Ending.

-Caleb Gaunt