Beyond my window, I can see it looming.
A shadow growing in size each day,
suffocating more innocent souls.
At times, I too have been encompassed,
surrendering myself into its depths.
I met my neighbor there,
as well as other familiar faces.
The faces come and go. Young and old.
But the reason stays the same...
Through my doorway, I can see it dooming.
Its companions willingly obey,
continuing the rise of vexation.
The darkness swelling as it
opens its arms to more creatures
Like a loving albatross of hatred
Because of a tinge of skin.