Poems of 98

1998, a year of deaths. The creature never has surrendered. I too never have bowed my head. My friend, Ginger, died. I guess it was the creature's doing. I should have killed it before the mass deaths. I never had any idea that after all the battles that I have waged against it, I would still succumb to it's will. As of now, October 21,1998, the creature has left me alone. I sometimes feel its presence but it was not as strong as it was before. Now, I have found refuge....from the creature.....I hope so......