The Dark Poet-

The Dark Poet… Creeps below in the darkest places Like ants with chemicals to burn While unsuspecting cheerful people, Know not when it is their turn. Sucking juices from the living. Herding unsuspecting friends, Like cattle chomping grazing ground, Traversing veins where life soon ends. Armed with reigns to disillusion. Documenting endless frights. Ferociously inflicting wounds. Blazing blood on dusky nights. Choosing bites with evil flare Like vampires stalking passers-by, Dragging hope to shadowy lairs, The darkest poets will fly or cry. NOTE After Judging: OK FRIENDS!!! I admit it. This is really about ants!!! I wanted to support the dark poet contest...and well! After the contest, I changed words to bites and die with cry. LOL It was fun even if it wasn't dark enough to win. LOL OK It is dark way down under where those ants live. LOL ENJOYED! Congratulations to the real dark poets winners! Smiles, Dane Ann © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen May 20, 2010 Poetic Form: Quatrain