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Nightwalker (Free verse) by Another Bobjim?!?!

He stalks, Flitting, From shadow To shadow, Silently, Moving, Sliding gently Behind her, His victim, Soon, She will know His touch, Cold, And rough, Like the pools Of his eyes, Hard, Until, The final Act, Death.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 7-Jan-03/6:16 PM
Sir,

I am a Gentleman. Lunar is an Old Hagg, whose Presence in Town is always known by the Fearful Stench she emits. No Mayor in the Land would permit our Matrimony, no matter how terrifying an Expression I intimidate him with. No; our love, such as it is, is destined to Failure. Plus, she's totally rough.




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