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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

“The thunder strikes from the blustery midnight,
As the wind’s beaming roars radiate its might.
Its pending silence neglects my fear tonight;
From its presence draws an evil plight,
Consuming my mind towards my fright.

A glimpse of a shadow beneath the thunderous light,
Flabbergasted to see the bastard in such delight.
Gazing intently  through my amber eyes towards my uptight,
As his murderous smirk appear on sight.

Two can play the game I thought just right,
As I requite a ferociously grinned of bright.
That caught him to addle to my outright,
Clueless to my eagerness to whack a fair fight."

Submitted: May 09, 2021

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Criss Sole

Great imagery!
Really enjoyed this one.

Wed, May 19th, 2021 1:44pm

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