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Published: 2010-12-16 19:25:41 +0000 UTC; Views: 92; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 0
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The night creeping descendsChilling and cold, shining dark
While the wind courts the wolves
in the trees outside my window.
I see their footprints in the snow
evidence of murderous romps
The victims' identities merely
a splash of red, a scrap of fur
The eyes have it.
The knowledge of what is to come.
I in my house, they in their woods
hoping for a trespasser.
When the stars are out
and the moon bursts upon the snow
Do not leave the house
for dark things lurk in the false light
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Comments: 2
JasonSage [2010-12-18 21:07:21 +0000 UTC]
Beautiful! I had the privilege once of making a run from my house a hundred yards to a campfire, having left a digital camera in the fold-out chair. As I got there, a coyote howled at me and chased me back into the house.
Excellent writing, very vivid and neatly done!
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