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Daywalker (Free verse) by Blade

He Stalks Hunting through every Darkened street, Passing by each flickering lamppost. Hastening to find his soul. The blood lust rises Searing blood red anger, deep behind his eyes.

Tintagiles 21-Oct-02/11:30 AM
'Jumped-up pretentious arse...' Certainly. I freely admit it. And I never mock Brits for their spelling. I generally use the British spelling. I only mock bad spelling, in all people, unless they're obvious typos -- which I comment on if they're funny. None of this makes this poem any good.




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