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Across frosted windows chill, The watcher seeks. Withered hands clutching branches, Strong limbs. Dragging belly's weight like within This devils heart. Fiendish smiles exposed, sharpened, Canines sustains thirsts lust. Passions mistress voice, calls softly, Enticing it's prey. Patiently waiting, longing for his, Final breath's resolution. Alone old may. Prepares for existences end, Lying at deaths threshold. He yearns for peaceful pastures, To rest, From pains embrace. Faith's symbol lays idle, Around a disbelievers neck. Ancient Gallic preys, protect him, From within chamber walls. She banshee laughs in gleeful delight, Grinning mine slyly. Behold he turns blind eyes vision towards, Heavens loving arms. Forgive me father, take this unworthy, Servant home I offer myself. Divine power reaches outward, Converting their fallen. Into vials eerie mists a vanquished, Demon screams. Uttering vengeance hatred, It descends swallowed, By the dark abyss. Illusions specters disappear as dust, A hush falls Upon dawn's twilight’s hour. Golden silhouettes soar, Lifted on high beyond, Heights majesty. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 7/27/2015 8:37:00 PM
My sweet friend, I have a new blog. Do you want to stop by and check out my newest pictures on my blog. Say hello!!! Sending you hugs. PS... I just renewed my PM :) are you happy for me. LINDA
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Date: 7/27/2015 8:34:00 PM
So dark, i love how you gave the end a mighty majestic look. A painful way to display her heart. Love LINDA
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Date: 1/13/2015 3:34:00 PM
Do I perceive a duality here? Well expressed!
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Date: 1/13/2015 3:23:00 PM
As powerful as ever, Cherl! The banshee is a messenger of death...comes from the underworld and there returns again once the job is done. Usually it's associated with the Irish, but I think even in America it is popular in some places. a 7 rating. // paul
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Date: 1/13/2015 2:47:00 PM
Very descriptive. Thanks for dropping by my unfinished work. Sara
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Date: 1/13/2015 2:14:00 PM
An outstanding poem.I am so glad to have read this poem.Guess I have time to read another dear.
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Date: 1/13/2015 12:59:00 PM
the raw feel of this amazes me , cheryl; so finely crafted in a semi-abstract way!.. enjoyed!.. huggs
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Date: 1/12/2015 7:37:00 PM
I love the primal feel of this piece.
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Date: 1/11/2015 7:16:00 PM
I love Irish lore, so fascinating. So nice to enjoy your verse this evening. Light & Love
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Date: 1/6/2015 7:30:00 PM
This poem lifts its message over the words like a warm wind might rattle the leaves on a summer's eve, leaving understanding and sadness in its wake. Emile
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