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[sid] => 97112
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Hunter of Souls
[time] => 2005-06-06 22:29:20
[hometext] => really it's 'frightened' poetry, but anywayz, this is just a little ditty I thought I'd throw out there
[bodytext] => I lie under a canopy of green Sweet smells of wild tulips waft the air I lay here in a bed of violets and fallen leaves I lazily shut my eyes, of the watcher, I am unaware Suddenly I hear a twig snap I bolt upright and fill with fear Then I realize this was a trap I then see the black eyes, the yellow pupils leer I start to scream, but it’s too late, it’s already here I dash through what was once my haven I cry as I blunder down the paths I’d leisurely strolled My ears fill with the screech of a maddened raven The silence in my ears roar, and my hands are frozen cold Tears blind my vision I run wild and nearly fall I come to the swollen creek’s edge; I must make a decision Should I jump in? Or attempt to cross the log? No time! No time! I jump in, the icy water stinging my eyes I fumble and grip onto a slippery vine I can’t believe it’s real, after all the lies! And since it is, how will I escape it alive? It sees me, but won’t go in I cling to the branch and realize my fate I know if I get out of the water it will win My heart beats slower, and my breath begins to abate I roll my eyes up to the sky How I wish I could fly I tell the clouds I’d once played under goodbye I let go of the poisonous vine with a sigh It watches with disappointment as I die My soul never to be his, but always mine [comments] => 1 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Kitty06 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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