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A very early poem (as you can tell), written when I was about 15 or 16.


Submitted:Feb 3, 2011    Reads: 33    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


A fever grips your mind
Your dreams are truly vile:

A severed hand, still alive
A changeling:
Wolfman by full moon;
The creature from
The black lagoon.
Blue beard sporting
A gleaming knife;
To slaughter yet another wife.
Vampires changing to bats
Then crawl round the floor as rats.
The headless horseman
And his fiery black steed;
Are riding out
Across the reeds.

A gargoyle
Yes, and Captain Gore;
The talons of the giant claw;
Swooping down then
Eating humans raw.

THE END
© Copyright 2011
Philip Roberts,
Melbourne, Australia





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