Free verse № 119945

Starless

Member since 2003 · Posted 10 Feb 2005 · Edited 12 Feb 2005 · 3 comments

Half in and half out of shadows Like everything sinister But nothing quite certain Artful pain of the darkest light Feeds my hunger Drags my sable soul Admixed moon! Pitiless eyes above me! For what is this? This torture I am received? Oh! Oh! It is long until morning yet

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4 votes so far. Yours would make 5.4 votes so far

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[6] wilco 12-Feb-05/8:31 PM Reply

As I've made no secret, I'm not a big fan of modern poetry that sounds like it was written 200 years ago. Still, it's not too bad so I'll vote 6.

Note-200 years ago, I'd have given it an 8.

[n/a] MacFrantic › wilco 13-Feb-05/9:44 AM Reply

And 200 years ago, I'd have not been born to see you do so.

[n/a] MacFrantic 13-Feb-05/9:45 AM Reply

There really should be more werewolf poems.