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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

The Drifter can cause death or madness, but usually, he just arrives as it is about to happen and feeds off death energy.

Drifting into town
A man is smelly rags,
Follows death and despair.

Though never the cause
The Drifter loves suffering,
Feeding upon death.

Drifting near train tracks
He sees some ancient hobos,
Smiling when one dies.

Hunched round a barrel
In which detritus burns,
The Drifter drawing near.

Unknown to them
Yet, still the hobos panic as
The Drifter draws near.

Unaware of risk
One hobo crosses the path,
Of an express train.

As the hobo dies
The Drifter walks away,
Smirking like a demon.

Drifting into town
He sees a young street person,
Freezing out of doors.

Watching as the girl
Finally freezes to death,
He shivers with joy.

Drifting near an inn
He sees street brawlers fight,
Delighted by their blood.

One man falls backward
With a loud crunching of bone,
His skull caved right in.

As the police arrive
The Drifters smiles and starts
Walking on again.

© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia

Submitted: May 25, 2021

© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts. All rights reserved.

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