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One of my poems......

The Meeting in the Wood

The wallow of the leaves rustled in the never-ending wind a slight, thin woman paused-glanced at the sky-waited
Until the wind stopped leaves stopped moving, no animal scurried through the glade
Almost as if the whole forest was holding its breath
The suspense tangible, clinging to bodies of life
Unneeded, unwanted, unparallel
Fear …

Then the moonlight, soft, warm, and comforting

Was replaced by an eerie glow of death, nostalgia, and terror

A slow body emanated from the trees,

Almost radiating death as well as
Her eyes lit, igniting her candle of love into a huge, brush fire
He quickly glanced toward her
Eyes a pale, loveless, ruthless ebony

Almost endless

Raven hair atop glistening, almost glowing frail
Fragile body of a young man
Thin, wispy, almost as if he would be
Thrown by the slightest wind
Wearing a steer hide coat emphasizing
The long narrow hands in which he
Was clenched and straining
“Good evening,” he astounded her with the
Clarity and purity of his voice

Like a well oiled machine…

A millionth of a second was this thought in her head.
That was all the time she had …
For the creature, overpowered by instinct

Unleashed a horrible, terrorized, bloodcurdling

The frail, thin woman stood no chance
Against the creature of the night
Her death was smooth and painless


He relished the thought of watching her,
For he moved to quick for her to register the fear
He chortled, liquid life overflowing and dribbling over his chin
Eyes aglow with a fresh, new, unseen glee
He spun around, dancing in the moonlight

Delighted with his fresh kill…

This vampire lived in solitude
Choosing individual women
Charming them with his vocabulary and compassion
Just before he killed them…
He waits for women outside of their house, waiting
Sometimes even looking through the window and entering the house
Turn around…

the horizontal lines represent stanzas

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if you want me to make a poem about your favorite subject( from forest to bathroom...) doesnt matter what subject, ill think of a poem to match it.

i love yall ^^


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