Feast

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Cryptic, evil lingering.
Shadows dancing,
through the wood.
Feel of goose-bumps
rippling along flesh.

Prey of hunger, feast on
horrors temptation.
Suckling life's carnage,
through wiggling ... edgy
spiked teeth.

Tracking wants,
with wicked intent.
Drinking the souls nectar,
within cups of egotistical
whimsy.

Tanking life's glory,
of loves whispering life.
Gnawing away, lingering
glimpses of yester years.

Gorged to the hilt,
from your glorious feast.
Laughingly, he skips away.
Lurking, yet again. Knowing
there are others
to be had, this day ...

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LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
~~

A wicked little meal

Of the most satisfying kind...

AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
Give it a rest

if I have to read another one of ur poor 'attempts' at poetry I will scream! The only scary thing about this is that you call yourself a poet! Anyone can string aload of words together but it takes talent to make it work - and you girl aint got no talent!

Give it up already!

4degrees4degreesover 18 years ago
grr

this makes my stomach growl, girl.

niice.

dcpoet44dcpoet44over 18 years ago
this really hits..

nicely with me:

Cryptic, evil lingering.

Shadows dancing,

through the wood.

Feel of goose-bumps

rippling along flesh.

*****

the rest to me equally great, but i'm licking them words above.......don

bigntenderbigntenderover 18 years ago
creepy

Raised my hackles (whatever they are)! I hope i don't run into that creature.

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