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Poetry By: Philip Roberts

An original horror legend I have created.

Submitted:Feb 5, 2011    Reads: 41    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

The quickening goes soaring far
Through dark alleyways by night,
Searching wide for human prey
Vanishing again by first light.

The quickening flees through sewer ways
In daylight where it e'er doth hide,
Then through the alleyways it roars
At night, to steal another life.

A darkened shadow is slowly seeping
Like acid spilling from a jar,
Hunting through the land by night
Seeking victims near and far.

It's hunting wide for human prey
For its hunger must be sated,
By feeding upon the lonely folk
Whose lives it seems are e'er fated.

Fated to be the living food
Of a shadow from out of time and space,
A darkening that's as cold as death
And sensing humans doth give chase.

Yet even as the fiend descends
No-one really dares believe,
The quickening from tormented dreams
Could somehow be truly real.

So through the night a shadow creeps
Devouring hobos in a park,
Or lowly, homeless vagabonds
It finds out walking through the dark.

A legend from forgotten times
When nightmares stalked upon the Earth,
And knights of yore set out to fight
And often die to prove their worth.

The quickening shows no remorse
As through the night it hunts and kills,
Without emotion it doth devour
The souls of people whose lives it stills.

© Copyright 2011
Philip Roberts,
Melbourne, Australia


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