The Darkness from Supernatural
(Still wonder this at times.)
Is darkness spreading as I age
Or have I finally paid it heed?
Greed devours many souls
And dances with pride before our eyes
Children slaughtered every week
By strangers and protectors
Hate is spewed with every breath
As if a natural state
I do not recognize my people
These monsters once called men
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About Charles Yallowitz
Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
Legends of Windemere 
A sad poem with the weight of the world. A sad truth.
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Thanks. Weirdest part is I wrote it 5-6 years ago. Seems more appropriate now.
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I was thinking the same thing about how appropriate it is.
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A perfect description of where we are today, Charles.
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Thanks. Though I write this 5-6 years ago. Think 2015/2016.
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Amazing.
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