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FEEDING TIME,

Poetry By: Philip Roberts
Horror



Supernatural horror poem.


Submitted:Jun 22, 2011    Reads: 33    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Demons crouch, watching
As unsuspecting mourners,
Visit the loved dead;
Unaware that they themselves
Will soon be the unliving.

Dire lusts governing
Behaviour of night-dwellers.
Unwary walkers set upon
By red-eyed fiends,
Dying quickly in the night.

A tall lithe figure
Glides through darkened alleyways,
Then changes to bat form
To fly above the rooftops,
Hunting after human food.

Horror is lurking
Behind crypts in burial grounds,
Waiting for mourners
To come visiting loved dead,
And wind up dying themselves.

Burial grounds hold
All manner of dark horrors:
Tall bat-winged monsters
Crouch behind ancient gravestones,
To leap out at the mourners.

Unsuspecting folk
Walking through the evil night,
Lured toward their doom
By evil red-eyed strangers,
Who feed upon the living.

THE END
© Copyright 2011
Philip Roberts,
Melbourne, Australia





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