Today is Chrismas eve
And I am bored
I go out into the street
Snow falls
Bells ring
And Children laugh
I look around
Picking out
My newest victim
My murders have been
All over the news
I'm famous me
My eyes dart round
And rest on you
Alone and walking home
I reach out
Touching your arm
With my silver dagger
Cutting, slashing
Down at you
Painting the snow crimson
Happy christmas
To your Family
Hope they like the present
I leave you
Upon the nearest step
Until you are found
What a lovely
Suprise I've left
I'm sure the occupents will love it
Author notes
Opition 1: a cross between Murder on Christmas and receiving something dead as a present.
A contest entry
- A Christmas Present of the not so Merry kind.(Options all around) by Danneh.
660 points, ended January 15, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Mhmm, good job with this piece... It's not very descriptive, but makes the cut.
Good luck in the contest.
-Danneh<3
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