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Dark predator’s gaze,
A caress on my neck,
Hypnotic tricks and shadow plays,
Common sense lacks effect.
Scurry through the dark,
Search for safety in the night,
Shallow breathing echoes through the park,
Palpitating, throat choking fright.
Slayer a whisper on the wind,
Sword slicing silk,
Teeth slide through skin,
Life’s blood, unholy mother’s milk.
Waiting for the end,
Never expecting,
The rules of life to bend,
Consumed with thirst never resting.
By, CaCee Walsh Copyright © 2008
Both poem and picture are the exclusive property of CaCee Walsh and any reproduction without express permission will be dealt with to the fullest extent of the law.
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