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Hunter of Souls

Contributed by Kitty06 on Monday, 6th June 2005 @ 10:29:20 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

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 it’s too late, it’s already here

I dash through what was once my haven
I cry as I blunder down the paths I’d 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 creek’s 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 can’t believe it’s real, after all the lies!
And since it is, how will I escape it alive?

It sees me, but won’t 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 I’d 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 Â© Kitty06 ... [ 2005-06-06 22:29:20]
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Re: Hunter of Souls (User Rating: 1 )
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.

wiz

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