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THE PRIZE - an original poem by Mamadog

05:54 Apr 24 2007
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She awoke one night to silence

The darkness of the night lay thick

Like a heavy blanket of despair

Covering her lost and wounded soul.



He smiled into the darkness

Eyes glowing from an internal furnace

Gliding slowly through the inky soup

Drawn to the young changeling's heat.



She felt the presence of another

Fear pressed tight against her breast

Yet not one sound did escape

Not one cry, one plead, one moan.



He drank in her youth and beauty

Excitement fed by her fear and silent tears

Milky white hand, palm extended

Could he claim his prize this night?



She felt the soft brush of his hand

Auburn hair, curls captured in steel bands

She gasped as he pulled her forward

Like a knife her terror stabbed his heart.



He frozen as he felt her sight form stiffen

Confused he pulled his hand away

Tears glistened on marble cheeks

A step back from her warmth he made.



She reached to catch his velvet sleeve

Gliding forward now as if floating on air

Like steel bands her arms embraced him

As she lowered her head to drink.



Too late he understood and wept

As his un-life drained into her veins

How could he ever have guessed

That the Hunter had become the Prey.


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