Free verse № 33240
Nightwalker
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.
26 comments
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.
Anyway. I see the anonymous votes have started to hit, so have a ten.
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