Brutally tearing open grey cavity revealing the sweet dark heart.
Ripping and shreading astral death.
Plump cool liquid oozes down
with a single bite as howls of victory over preditor
turned prey.
Hunted down in glory with misery misunderstood.
I am the shadow, that which waits in the dark for fools in the twilight.
A contest entry
- Quickie Contest 10/10/30 (Adult) by penman.
1000 points, ended August 4, 2007, 5 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Oh, I like this. Very well done quickie indeed. Great job on garnering the shiney in this contest...Scott


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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest.



