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Hunter of Souls
Contributed by
Kitty06
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Monday, 6th June 2005 @ 10:29:20 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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I lie under a canopy of green
Sweet smells of wild tulips waft the air
I lay here in a bed of violets and fallen leaves
I lazily shut my eyes, of the watcher, I am unaware
Suddenly I hear a twig snap
I bolt upright and fill with fear
Then I realize this was a trap
I then see the black eyes, the yellow pupils leer
I start to scream, but its too late, its already here
I dash through what was once my haven
I cry as I blunder down the paths Id leisurely strolled
My ears fill with the screech of a maddened raven
The silence in my ears roar, and my hands are frozen cold
Tears blind my vision
I run wild and nearly fall
I come to the swollen creeks edge; I must make a decision
Should I jump in? Or attempt to cross the log?
No time! No time!
I jump in, the icy water stinging my eyes
I fumble and grip onto a slippery vine
I cant believe its real, after all the lies!
And since it is, how will I escape it alive?
It sees me, but wont go in
I cling to the branch and realize my fate
I know if I get out of the water it will win
My heart beats slower, and my breath begins to abate
I roll my eyes up to the sky
How I wish I could fly
I tell the clouds Id once played under goodbye
I let go of the poisonous vine with a sigh
It watches with disappointment as I die
My soul never to be his, but always mine
Copyright ©
Kitty06
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Re: Hunter of Souls
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by wizard on
Wednesday, 22nd June 2005 @ 11:29:20 PM AEST
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excellent poem.
i like it alot. it seems to me it was o good choice to keep your soul, too bad you couldnt fly.
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