The clock strikes midnight.
The unknowing victims sleep.
Their quarters are quickly inhabited.
The predators sniff out their prey.
Plans are made for the huge attack,
All whilst the victim is in fake reality.
With long, sharp, pure black claws
And teeth as sharp as a sharpened blade,
The feast is welcomed and easily eaten.
The horrific boils that fill their faces,
Scare off any likely future friends.
And their inner magical ability to do anything,
Anything except one thing… to feel emotions.
The victim just lies there unaware.
She is helpless, defenceless and weak.
There is no experience of battles faced,
So all she can do is lie there and wait.
The nightmarish monsters gain on her,
Now just millimetres from her face.
But, she fights back with the biggest
Power of all: the feeling of fear.
Never underestimate the full power it can serve.
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Written August 29th, 2005
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awesome poem! the suspense gets bigger and harder to bear as you read through the poem...very well written! and i also really like the last two verses.
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thanks alot for the comment
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thanks
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dude this poem rocks i love the way you built suspense.
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nice poem...i like it...good imagery...
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wow thanks! i really appreciate your comment I've never really written a story, so i probably won't turn it into a story, and plus i don't think i could extend it anymore! oh well. Good idea, i'll think about it take care
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well written
this poem creates really good imagery like you're watching a film! because it doesn't rhyme it needs to have good structure and rhythm...which it does! well done x x x
pS: mayb you shud think about turning this into a story
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