Dark Poetry #4 |
Beast man |
Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
There is an old tale, told only but a few times Of a man that walks like the beast, Stalks these forests each night, With a breath that matches the artic cold, Legs the size of grand ol’ oak trees, Murders he not for his hunger is never fed, He comes and takes a child from each village, Leaving behind an empty crib with a three leaf twig, No blood trails, or footsteps can be found from his way, Only a handful of man have seen him come, Their eyes now forever lost, for he takes them. I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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emeralddreamer Junior Member
since 2006-03-24
Posts 27PA, United States |
Wow.. you have me wondering if this is about a real situation or fiction... Nicely done... |
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