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Licking the Wind

Sucky sucky bleedy bleedy drippy drippy...

I breathe in, though I do not need to
in order to continue my existence,
I take in air only to exhale my answer
to the challenge given by the howling werewolves.
This is my realm. They must understand.
They must respect me. Fear is my tool...

The living are dwindling in my realm,
my kind are growing.
It has become a problem. We look at each other hungrily now.
Times are changing, yet we resist acceptance.

It is the end, they say, of our breed.
Once the in-killing begins, there will be no end,
until the end
and the werewolves reign.

Blood in eyes
fevered mind
pulsing teeth
no solution
unless...

I stand at the edge of my realm.
I see

more...

I send out scouts. They fail to return.
Have they been slain?
Have they found new hunting grounds,
creating their own realms,
deeming me too weak for retribution,
too old to hunt them down?

Desperation seethes behind me.
Treachery arises before me,
and the werewolves are ever testing the edges,
licking the wind...

sucking... bleeding... dripping...




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  • shadow of the void
    September 4, 2007

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    great work. the line "Once the in-killing begins, there will be no end,until the end" is an idea that i belive is true for all people and things, truely the work of a enlighted mind, that or a touch of madness, ether way this was an great poem. looking for to more work from you.


  • Riftkin gold member
    August 18, 2007

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    dark and the reader can fell the vampire close with it

    something that would be a nice scary story


  • Arsenic-
    August 12, 2007
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    Interesting write... I get several ideas out of it. One is that a devouring idea will take over all other ideas until it turns on and destroys itself...restoring balance to the universe, so to speak. Another is the picture of sampling the wind to find weakness around us, metephorically or otherwise. Great poem.

  • Melissa Gayle gold member
    August 12, 2007
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    Dark yes and a bit of fantasy as well. Thanks for the entry.