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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.
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Arithmetic Mean: 4.2222223
Weighted score: 4.611111
Overall Rank: 12484
Posted: January 2, 2003 5:30 PM PST; Last modified: January 9, 2003 4:00 PM PST
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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.