It perches there,
a vulture all in black.
It waits with hungry appetite
til you wander back.
The tongue behind its door
writhes to taste your blood.
To lave you courteously
with a ton of proper crud.
One eye it has to seek you out,
a veined, cataract laden thing.
Rumpled, blighted ear it has
to hear your broken bones sing.
Distended claw, from which flesh
is scraped to scabrous pitch,
and oh, it loves the little ones
who think inside lives a witch.
If you walk this way at night,
let me warn you to beware,
this house will eat you up
without a thought or a care.
In a list
A contest entry
- Bhoooo!!! by Xx Luna xX.
450 points, ended January 14, 2008, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Ilike your power of imaginary and words used i love your tweety pie to
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Thank you for the HM - they mean a lot to me. Very nice entries in this one - congrats to the other winners!
Wolfie -
Well something has to clean up the earth and that is what vultures are meant to do. could be a group of lawyers there waiting also.
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Thank you for entering
The tongue behind its door
writhes to taste your blood.
To lave you courteously
with a ton of proper crud.
Love these lines
Beautiful dark imagery. Well penned.
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this is an amazing write and really painted the image within in my mind. well done and best of luck in the contest
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