Silent as Death.

Skin black as darkness.

Their hair as white as snow.

The Drow will come for you.

They'll come in the dead of night.

You'll never know their there

Before you know it, you'll be dead.

Silent as Death.

Skin black as darkness.

Hair white as snow.


A/N: This is a poem I wrote quite a while go. This is actually the first poem I've written, so it's not that good I understand, R&R please.

Lu'oh tut uss definieren bwael und verin?