As the summer moon rises, the beast in the night surprizes
Many victims of the night, all of which are safe in the light
Blood flows from his foes, as the moon continues to glow
Razor sharp claws seperate their jaws, Crying screams, mercy calls
This creature you here about, is among us now, waiting it emits a terrible howl
Grotest in appearnce, blood flows from it's jowl
Silently munching, chowing on his victims
Into the night none put up much of a fight
Blood red eyes, stare them into fright
Many victims, victims of the creature in the night
Like an old horror flic, you know there's a stupid chick
Now I must say like all good stories
There comes a time when it gets to...
THE END
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A contest entry
- Darkest of the Darklings by whipped rose.
390 points, ended May 16, 2007, 17 entries
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Judges Opinion
Honestly.. Your Flow is HORRIFIC! The rhyming pattern is all up and down. But essentially ever other element you need for a good poem is here. You have good imagery and the idea's displayed here are really well put together. Maybe another look will help
Best of Luck and Thanks
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