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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Dark Soul Of The Night
[time] => 2004-09-17 09:12:27
[hometext] => This is something... I got to thinking about... it's happened to a few ppl I know and probably even more I don't know...and it's even happened to me... it a sad... sick thing to ever have happen... but it does every day somewhere.... comments welcomed...
[bodytext] => Welcome to his lair... Anytime... anywhere... Day or night... As the full moon glows golden bright In a cloudless blue starry sky The whispers... you hear... are creeping within "Come"... they say… "it'll be all right... nobody's around... who's gonna know?" Dark whispers are calling you... to their show With their icy fingers of dread From the middle of the darkness The dark soul of the night Comes to life… Speaking to you from deep within As his icy fingers creep and spread Touching places... not to be known Never to be shown... to the likes of someone like him He entwines your body with his Then in a voice so evil... so vile Trailing out of the darkness of your life Like a spell... cast over u... He reassures you... "Everything's gonna be all right" Then… with the same breath... Threatens you with a hiss... "If you tell..." he says..." You'll wish that u were dead!" U just lie there… wanting to cry... wanting to run... wanting to hide But u can't... You're frozen by the fear of his tight grasp As his seething... searing eyes of midnight red... Peer into the darkened paths ahead That's leading you no where fast To dark paths of your past Then you… suddenly… hear the screams of a tortured spirit Who is this? You wonder... Then you realize... As it sings it's tortured lullaby... It's u screaming... with no one to hear The glowing eyes of red of the dark soul of the night Peer deep within... Seeing what they can Grasping and groping... what is not theirs Stealing all of life's innocence from u Because the demonic spirits of the damned are loosed Then when he is done.. When he is finished his dastardly deed And has gotten what he wants... but doesn't need He... then... sits back and laughs... Taunting your tortured soul That's been his latest victim He shows no remorse for what he's done For the life... he has left in utter ruins… Just to have his fun His course in life is set... It has begun... To destroy all of what God has so lovingly created for good The dark soul of the night's mission Is now completed... Or is it? [comments] => 3 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 13 [informant] => kidpoet_213 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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