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Poetry By: Philip Roberts

Horror poem about evil creatures hunting by night.

Submitted:Nov 27, 2012    Reads: 11    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Night hunters running
Through dark streets after midnight,
Hunting squealing prey:
Very soon to die.

Dark creatures stalking
Beneath the moon's dull light,
Hunting human victims who
Foolishly go out at night.

Torrid dreams of monsters
The like of which must stay unseen,
Foul beasts from dreadful places
No one sane has ever been.

Screaming throughout the night
In this land fear knows too well,
Where creatures out of nightmares
Take writhing victims down to Hell.

Nightmare creatures hunting
Victims on the run,
Hoping soon to banquet
Before the morning sun.

Hunting, running, pecking
Foul creatures out of Hell,
Bringing to the Earth evil
Of which no sane man could ever tell.

Night creatures running down
Fast moving prey,
Hunting through the night-time
Sleeping through the day.

Night creatures bellow
With an evil voice that kills,
Hunting, running, feasting
Upon their latest kills!

© Copyright 2012
Philip Roberts, Melbourne, Australia


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