I heard their stomping, cloven feet,their chilling echoes on the marchthrough my room, though I couldn’t seethem. I felt the darkness unseencalled the name of the God with scars. 4-5-2020 What is a quintilla? NaPoWriMo #4 Share this:TwitterPrintFacebookPinterestEmailLike this:Like Loading... Taggeddemondreammarchingnamenapowrimopoem a daypoetry prompts Steven R. Robertson I'm a husband, father, amateur musician, systems administrator by trade. I'm called by the Spirit, loved by the Father, and kept by the Son (Jude 2).