run or hyde



The clock strikes twelve,

I feel my skin crawl,

The hairs stand on end,

I hear the faint sound of a howl around the bend,

Is it me..

Is it time?

Gee, my teeth are feeling ghoulish,

I run to lock the doors,

If visitors should come,

I'd feel foolish,

And yet,

After a brief shivering,

And a slow count to ten,

The only thing on my mind is 

To go out again,

To sit on a hillside,

And howl at the moon,

To watch as human morsels pass,

And wrassle them down into the grass,

My fangs to puncture supple skin,

My thirst to be quenched once again.



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bishu's picture

Indeed a good one after the "Fate" or "Destiny" one

Indeed a good one after the "Fate" or "Destiny" one. Happy that a scum called bishu could be of any inspiration to esteemed nightlight.Thank you Respected Madam.



cevance's picture

I think I'll just shy away

I think I'll just shy away from your side of town, Elizabeth. Lovely, just lovely... Your works are always amazing.

nightlight1220's picture

Come to me my juicy tidbit...

Come to me my juicy tidbit... the dark awaits.. *licks drool off jaw*... ;-)

...glad you enjoyed!!


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


cevance's picture

Shivers up my spine.

Shivers up my spine.