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Contributed by kratur on Wednesday, 19th January 2005 @ 11:09:05 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

I lurk on the rooftops every night and every day
I scour the crowds in search of my prey
I see one now scuttling through the maze
My eyes burn—can she feel my gaze?
I go down to talk to her
But oh no a wolf got there first
What do you intend to do now, sir?
Will you take her home and pleasure her till she hurts?
I know your name and I know where you live
Yes, I will hide in here and be your surprise
I will work on you till you can only be beautiful in your mother’s eyes

I lurk on the rooftops every night and every day
I scour the crowds in search of my prey
I see her again and she is all alone
Verily, I am the only one who cares and the only one who knows
I come close enough to see her beauty
But oh no she’s looking at a wolf behind me
You take her home and the cat begins to purr
The clothes drip off and you enter her
I know where you labor and I know your face
When you awake in my secret abode, I will be the first thing you will see
And when you look in the mirror you will only have your memories

I lurk on the rooftops every night and every day
I scour the crowds in search of my prey
And there she is again, perfect as can be
This time I shall ensure that it is just her and me
She looks at me and I see her eyes
And when she smiles at me all my sadness dies
When I was loving her I knew that everything would be better in the morning
But now that it’s done I feel the sting
I look back and I know I did a bad bad thing
I have become the wolf now, hair and paws and fangs
I look up at the ceiling: alas, I myself will have to hang

Copyright Â© kratur ... [ 2005-01-19 11:09:05]
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