fear wears a cloak. it carries a dagger.
it's beady eyes sit awkwardly in its sunken face, and always are shifty.
fear makes other people nervous.
they don't want to get mugged.
when fear walks, he stalks.
he has a long stride with shaky knees.
his breath is ice cold.
fear binds others, but is himself bound in the heavy chains of guilt, greed
and a lack of knowledge.
fear takes captives.
they wither away, they never live.
fear, in his hooded cape, with his beady eyes and clammy hands--
he sucks out their souls.
all that is left is more fear.
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