Open Poetry #32 |
Cancer Lurking Killer. |
Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
Hiding within the folds of Deaths stenching black habit you lurk. Spores fly from you, inhaled by humans, innocents. Slowly you grow, within flesh, sinew, blood. Sapping strength, vitality, life, reducing your hosts to ghosts. Finally you deliver your victim to your master. The reaper repays you, allowing you to stalk with him eternally. ''There is no need for temples, no need for complicated Philosophies. |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
Very nice, though a sad subject. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
painful write |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
Only modern medicine has given this ever-ghost its name. Outside of abstinence, which is not always the cause, I hope one day a cure is found. |
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