Non-Erotic PoetryThat Eve ~That Eve ~
That night of nights
Came to my door,
Child's smile bright
Eyes looked so old.
No bag in sight
Eyes wide, unblinking;
With whirling sight
Left my mind reeling.
Came close to whisper
Said she was lamia;
Fiery hold, lips cold
Mine eyes grow black...
© Leon Brozyna 2005
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