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Details | Quatrain | |

Animal of the Night

Animal of the Night

The animal of the night has an evil courage as its defense,
And with simple lies it now catches the filthy beast easily,
And can now stand and bask in God’s purest of sunshine,
Whilst valor and glory speak all power to one’s destiny!

Darkness doth now pervade and drinks slowly from that
“Chalice of the Faithless Heathen” who hides among the
Soulless Ones who are consumed by their hateful actions,
And spit thoughtlessly at your good will and human pride!

Hades’ very own dark demons tilt their evil night shades
While justifying the hurt and depravity of an “Ugly Brute”;
A truly lost soul without any mercy, blind—as “He” throws
Freely a nasty spiteful spirit on your earthly fire of reality!

Hence, Hades’ mark and mask of utter darkness and terror
Descend now into the very conscience of your Spirit World;
Burning hot with the force of “The Furies” seeking revenge:
Tisiphone, Megaera, and Alecto all appear sans Merci now!

As their eternal gorgonesque spirits creep upon you furtively,
Your once handsome visage turns into a sad and horrid portrait
Of an old animal soul in the mirror never to see the Light again,
As clouds darkly shade your horizon and fate in Hades’ name!

In this eternal land of darkness, the dead do not suffer this fate
So easily, and cast not without honor in their chains the notion
That fear itself, vice destiny, cries out now for your forgiveness,
As One-Eyed Beggars seek and see the basic good within you!

Each day now fades into its own doom, into a dark mist of evil,
And hides carefully inside a “Mountain of Consciousness” where
Your ethereal spirit knows who you really are—as black snakes
slither slowly and silently toward your spirit-mirrored reflection!

You—that “Animal of the Night,” wear now your deceptive mask;
The reality of who and what you really are makes my skin crawl!
You can never return from this darkest “Pit of Hell” my old friend,
For thy animal-human spirit is doomed to all this darkness forever!

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – November 22, 2015 
(Narrative Quatrain)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain | |

Animal of the Night

The animal of the night has an evil courage as its defense,
And with simple lies it now catches the filthy beast easily,
And can now stand and bask in God’s purest of sunshine,
Whilst valor and glory speak all power to one’s destiny!

Darkness doth now pervade and drinks slowly from that
“Chalice of the Faithless Heathen” who hides among the
Soulless Ones who are consumed by their hateful actions,
And spit thoughtlessly at your good will and human pride!

Hades’ very own dark demons tilt their evil night shades
While justifying the hurt and depravity of an “Ugly Brute”;
A truly lost soul without any mercy, blind—as “He” throws
Freely a nasty spiteful spirit on your earthly fire of reality!

Hence, Hades’ mark and mask of utter darkness and terror
Descend now into the very conscience of your Spirit World;
Burning hot with the force of “The Furies” seeking revenge:
Tisiphone, Megaera, and Alecto all appear sans Merci now!

As their eternal gorgonesque spirits creep upon you furtively,
Your once handsome visage turns into a sad and horrid portrait
Of an old animal soul in the mirror never to see the Light again,
As clouds darkly shade your horizon and fate in Hades’ name!

In this eternal land of darkness, the dead do not suffer this fate
So easily, and cast not without honor in their chains the notion
That fear itself, vice destiny, cries out now for your forgiveness,
As One-Eyed Beggars seek and see the basic good within you!

Each day now fades into its own doom, into a dark mist of evil,
And hides carefully inside a “Mountain of Consciousness” where
Your ethereal spirit knows who you really are—as black snakes
slither slowly and silently toward your spirit-mirrored reflection!

You—that “Animal of the Night,” wear now your deceptive mask;
The reality of who and what you really are makes my skin crawl!
You can never return from this darkest “Pit of Hell” my old friend,
For thy animal-human spirit is doomed to all this darkness forever!

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – November 22, 2015 
(Narrative Quatrain)

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Loud grunting

(Innuendo -- Pigs)

All around are sticks and stone
Feel God's loving arms around you
-----At last, I am redeemed-----

A feast of my soul, you shall receive
A cake for dinner, I made out of stones
Ratchet pigs fill their dirty mouths, 
Consuming my soul, sipping on champagne

At peace with myself, brushing off the walls
Nevertheless, tonight they speak in tongues
-I strain my ears to listen;
While pettitoes approach my page
I hear the squeals, I hear the chit chat
from he/she that wears no shame.
Am I she, the evil one?
The one you penned -
Under the influence of manipulation
Trying to stifle my voice of beauty
No matter, I am crazy, a dreamer
Never claim to be THE INNOCENT, 
The Poet Destroyer!!! 

I ignore the walls when they speak
Nevertheless, tonight they have eyes
They watch my every move
A trotters dance, of togetherness
Forgetting the reason we are here
I will win and conquer my privacy

You can't destroy what you can't see
I am the glory of my day
I am God's pet!!!
A Lamb, wearing white
To others a wolf in disguise
Spitting slithers, swear 
I am the Devil's Advocate
I marvel how they snort at night
Today I will crash the sore whispering party
You! My friend, no longer exist
You are naught more than cobwebs
You will dream about me, write about me
I will give you ammo, then read it from you.
I will show you what a demon is!
Like the light and envy of every moon
I shall ask my reflection and remove
the residue from hogging lips.

I will watch you urbane the truth
The heat and lust I conquer from you
A font with no reflection, dating apples
Heading away from its own advice
A hard task from its quill, enjoying leftovers
Pinpointing fingers among shallow dreams
It's sickening to see pigs pat each others back
Feeding on my demonic words
Convoying innuendos in my bearing
Now it's my turn, to turn the roaster on

With no interest in removing muddy sheets
I shall smile and walk away
In - joy - my heart beats and smiles
Knowing, I made you look  --- AGAIN!!!

By: PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

SUBMARINE-THE GRAY GHOST

From fathoms deepest keep, where man,
Shall not dare go, a white toothy giant
Dwells, with hatred's malice, this is a living man
Eater, whom lies at the bottom of the ocean.
In this striking zone, of deadly encounters,
Here where dead men tell no tails, crimson
Currents of the lifeless, float to the top of the food
Chain, and their last breaths of air explode, as
Bubbles above at the surface,
Leaving nothing behind but a bloody residue,
And the wreckage mangled life raft, and one word
Still lingers on the foreboding breeze, as a screams
Echoing drowns into whispers in silences last refrain,
SHARK!
Nay this aquatic Phantom, called Submarine,
Is the gray ghost that stalks within every human
Beings nightmares, just below the waves of our
Subconscious fears, a demon lurks in the darkness,
Of the murky shallows, waiting to take a bite
Out of us.
A thirty-seven foot killing machine, with razor
Blades of jagged ivory's, moving at velocities mega
Speed, heading straight for humanity's beach,
His favorite hunting grounds.
A leviathan of a shark, highly intelligent,
Circling his preferred prey called man,
The hunter is ready to appease his
Insatiable appetite that is never satisfied,
In a carnivores blood bath of mayhem,
Just off shore of paradise.
In hell's kingdom many souls scream from
Below one word that echoes through the
Chum filled surf above, SHARK.
For these are the latest victims, of
The Submarines wrath, and now they do
So warn the living, beware of this sharp
Toothed Giant!
Look into the black eyes of death, take
Notice if he bares the scare of men,
And notches gouge mark on his dorsal fin,
For than thee shall know for sure, if
It is truly the gray ghost,
Known as Submarine.
If thou’ art sure, than say your final prayers unto God,
And inhale one last deep breath of air,
Than swim away, as fast as you can,
For humanity is now on the menu!

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2014

Details | Cowboy | |

Evil Walls

I'm locked up how is it even possible to go lock down? But like clock work or a slave in debt to a master I do. Not because I choice to, but because I have no choice. Either lock down or deal with the boot squad, which consist of twenty guards all built like they just step off of the set the hit movie 300 Rise of an Empire. This a few months back would have configured a difficult challenge for me, being I've always had authority issues, or been an issue for authority..... one or the other. Behind these evil walls the outside rules do not apply. For starters you can be who ever you want to be here, no one is  going check your resume or say otherwise. I've never been in a place where approximately 80% of the population was professional MMA fighters. Not to mention we over crowded. So a population that was supposed to be 1500 was more like 2000, meaning people sleeping on floors. Yes Hundreds on a hard concrete floor. Still the here are different, so of course naturally no one cares, because to Them, Them being our keepers, we are just animals and so we are treated as such.  We are told when to wake, when to sleep, when to feed. Dogs have more freedom, but its justified because we are behind theses evil walls and well the rules here are different. Here Them are Gods and we, the worthless animals, I'm sorry criminals are nothing, but mere, well Nothing. Behind these evil walls we are trained how to be worst then we are originally we are mixed in with the worst kinds of people in order to ensnare us into bonding and conspiring amongst one another only to caught once again and return to the place which in fact made us what we are at that very moment in time. But only the weak at Heart Fall for this ploy. Us who Never forgot who we were, or by some act of God somehow find ourselves behind these walls, we vow never to return, never to darken these stairwells again, but that's what probation and things like parole are for, to ensure that we do but THEM they know the ones they can break. Not me I hate these Walls. These walls are a constant reminder of everything I Hate about control and Authority. I will never return not even to visit, because every time you are there its like a relapse, the next time is so much easier.

Copyright © Clemon Beverly | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry | |

The Battle of Sunflower Hill

Akmed and Saleem where regulars in the neighborhood
Full of smiles and Arabic charm
Now they seem to all have but gone
Seems the young ones like to preach and fight
Nothing at all seems to work out right

Well the summer was hazy, the sun so hot
Gardens blooming, butterfly’s with champagne wings
Sunflowers making their journey on high
Kissing the sun, as the baker’s bread made us sigh

Then one morning the evil returned
Akmed and Saleem would make us dread
The beheaded slaughter, the bloody thirsty lust
These terrorists would not stop, no matter the fuss

The carnage was bloody, leg and limb lie all over
This battle was lost, before the morning was over
They destroyed all that was left in their tornado’s path
No mercy or begging would make them see the math

Tears flowed from my eyes
Sunflowers sliced and murdered
Beheaded in wars’ lustful pain
Those damn ISIS ones must bow in shame

It’s autumn
The crusades’ are over
We lost this bloody war
Those fanatic squirrels surely will be back for more!

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epic | |

Betch Please, Really

I simply love being me for I am so good at everything step into my city and they will tell you who is King one day when I am hungry I will swallow everything then and only then shall I inherit the stuff I dream even then I promise not to settle for satisfaction at any instant half a second I could spring into full action so go against me? please, you do not even measure up to half of the goodness that I hold tight like my treasure still spreading rumors about me to try and destroy my life can't believe I let myself get beat by a stripper and my self-intended knife try and say I'm gay even though we both know that isn't the truth just ask any woman I been with if they ever needed proof they'll say I was the cream of the crop as they took it all night knowing I just may never stop I own the status of a legend now what you got left to say when I bring it twenty-four seven?

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Never So Gracious

A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

The mystery with no viel

Life is a creative 
Explosion
A playful
Rebellion
A dance with 
No reason
A non-sensical Mystery
Extending through and beyond logic.
Nothing holds it at both sides
Yet here it is. (There it is)

Copyright © Graham Eakin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse | |

Confession

The fox gnaws flaking muscle
From speechless rabbit, cold
In mind and body. Men shiver
As bodies dry, spat from river.

Rings of globes circle hands
Of the thoughtless, so beaten
From paths to be told of Him, 
Waiting until eyes grow dim.

Walking among us is plague,
Standing above us is but love,
These winds will claw our youth
While faith entraps this truth.

Winter comes but we survive,
Breath and bones, colonies thrive.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode | |

Hour of the Beast

12 shadows cast deep,
into the jaws of the night,
deep within that howling void,
far beyond anything, 
resembling light,
anything resembling hope,
12 shadows linked arm in arm,
so as to form a circle, 
rotating clockwise,

the sunken beast,
surfaced to breathe,
great struggled rasps,
laboured rasps,
from the tired creature,
it's yellow reptilian eyes, 
exhausted and melancholy,

a mouth that broke 
from the water of an immense pit,
with great effort,
kept just above the surface,
enough to breathe,

the rest of it's vast body,
that great mass of scales and fat,
lay their chained to the bottom of the pool,
great rusted iron locks kept the beast,
suppressed for thousands of years,

but rust would take it's toll
and those locks would break eventually
and that ancient behemoth would be free once more,
to roam,
to roam with a thousand years of ideas,
a thousand stories of revenge waiting to be written,
in the annuls of history, 

those merciless yellow eyes watched the shadows,
watched as they made their dance, 
round and round they went,
every foot fall,
bringing the hour closer,
every revolution weakening the locks,
eroding the chains,
bringing that ferocious sunken head a little closer to the surface,

a thousand jagged mangled teeth,
flexed a smile from the mire,
it would be the beasts time soon again,
when books would burn and wisdom would be lost,
for every renaissance when we endeavour, 
to ply the beast with chains afresh, 
suppress the influence of the church 
and allow liberty, ideas and science to flourish, 
there must be a corresponding time, 
when old chains give way,
once more we must be devoured by that great sunken beast,
that can be suppressed but never truly killed.

Copyright © Oliver Gould | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet | |

No Love For Nature Or Man

Far-reaching the flames engulfed the remote forest,
Impetuous haste of wild dogs to grasslands,
Resonant croaks of ravens with burned feathers;
Escape from death, fleeing into the darkness of night. 
The arsonist had no love for Nature or Man;
he started the fire to appease his pleasure,
he'll be eternally damned for burning down 
the forest: to every creature it was a treasure.
He didn't feel sorry for the leaping wildcat,
for the huddled owls that were soundly sleeping, 
for the wingless butterflies that fell on his hat;
how could he justify a behavior so horrifying?  
The police found him dead by the ash-filled pound,
he struggled for breath writhing on the hot ground.    


Written on 4/23/2016

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

la la la's just killing me

about who does or not does in literature
we meet so many dogs
barking dogs
biting dogs
all kinds of dogs
some with pedigree and those collars
with shiny medallions
or stray dogs for which
leash is their salvation
and their freedom has the effect of a yelping…
for whom saw Hitchhiker's Guide intergalactic
they know
rezistance is useless!
for others it can be a mouse literature.
white one 
sitting quietly in the closet
and nibbling on paper shelves.
what's behind the paper does not matter
it could be a trap
and literature not possibly be a rat
no!?

I do not know what is about with all the literature lately
But sure it's not the girl in the fourth grade
that girl who runs and
her panties always fall
or her teacher's fault?

finally
 [I pray]
rezistance is useless
could be hell on earth

Copyright © marinescu victor | Year Posted 2013

Details | Romanticism | |

SHE

She, she wanders though night sky touching nothing. Silence, just breathe. Salvation walks softly with bare feet. Huntress of whispers.  Mother of slumber, I welcome you with steady hands never shaking. My bones only for you.   With eyes no one could ever   fully express with a mere human tongue, she spoke… leaving all things meaningless. Memories are ashes and moonlight is clean.  Such solace, just breathe.  Sleep deep in oceans of dreams, and you’ll find me there. In Fathomless blue, MY bones only for you.

Copyright © Pauly Plaster J.R. | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

the dead spider and bee

I saw a dead spider
trying to breath

even though it was too cold
a bee came to see

help me the dead spider began to plead

I can't said the bee intrigued
you'll catch me

I won't said the spider
you'll see
take these webs and bind me
please help me to breath

the bee took them and bound her legs
all eight real tight
so the dead spider couldn't catch the bee

kiss me
breath life into me
the spider did plead

unsure but free
the bee kissed the dead spider
to help her breath
for pretty was she

but the dead spider tricked him
instead of kissing
she ate the bee
not to breath but to feed
she was quite pleased
to be full as can be
and fooling the bee

the spider wasn't as clever
as she thought herself to be
not only did she eat the bee
but she ate his sting

now a dead spider for real was she
a lesson for all to see
no matter how pretty a spider may be
there's no guarantees
beware of fangs
and don't wait too late to sting

Copyright © Eelun Phetmoore | Year Posted 2014

Details | Couplet | |

Send Them Straight To Hellfire

Thoughts of taking an eye for an eye saturate my being.
The black invades my very heart because of what I'm seeing.

Cruelty to the helpless beings brings out the rage in me.
Some day I might just cross that line when I can't let it be.  

So many times I think that Old West justice should prevail.
These ugly less than humans should be run out on a rail.

Let them feel the pain and misery they richly deserve.
If I can be the one to give it I won't flinch a nerve.

Innocent animals and wee ones have such love to give.
The evil ones causing them pain just don't deserve to live.





written 5/18/2015

Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku | |

Demise

I. Senses

One chilly evening
In the dark, red eyes glaring
Laughter can be heard

II. Intruder

The creature approached
It reeks of a rotten stench
Makes one want to puke

III. Death

Slowly closed my eyes
For I was too terrified
I waited for death

IV. Silence

Vanquished by silence
Taken to another place
Not a single sound

Copyright © Sheep Aneki | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Life of a she vamp

My heart started thumping My blood soared fast It was time! I slowly opened my eyes And saw, Darkness surrounded me Darkness filled me up Darkness and my hunger I lifted off the cover of my coffin Stretched my limbs And climbed out It was time! Time to enjoy a good hunt Time to kill a lost soul Time to be What I am! A hungry Vampire! Once I was out of my cave The cold tickled me The breezed caressed my body It felt wonderful Oh a little bit of sex would not be refused Yet, My hunger was stronger My stomach needed to be fed If not, I would die! Here he comes A loner Lost in his dreams Lost in his struggles He walks As if he had no aim With a cigarette in his hand When I pounced on him He hardly had time to shout When I sucked in his blood Life flew in me Made me so strong and bold That even Mars recoiled Scared at my power! The body would never be found I threw it in a deep pit! I had the night all for me No more hungry I chose to dance Who knows I might even mate! Till shall arise, My sworn enemy That which can kill me within seconds The bloody sun!

Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2014

Details | Elegy | |

Festival of Horrors

Little burnt bodies,
loud tortured screams.
These little souls are now paraded – skewered on beams.

They have no voice to speak,
their tormented, painful cries are disregarded.
And after the soulless bastards have torn flesh from bones – like trash, they are discarded.

Mothers mourn their starved-to-death babies,
some of their cellmates are riddled with rabies.
When the executer comes to collect his daily, raw merchandise –
they cower in corners, wishing to live another day not being butchered and eaten…with a side of rice.

You’d think that a humane slaughter would suffice?
Think again, their hearts and souls are colder than ice!
They laugh with pleasure at the agonising screams
of these innocent little souls - still alive – advertised in streets.

From electrocution - not enough to kill,
to being hacked up by blunt machetes – still alive, and gravely ill,
to being boiled alive – just for the thrill,
to the final seconds of scourging…pleading for the passing of a Bill,
with lifeless bodies and fading lighted eyes,
for a shameless government to sacrifice 
a maltreating tradition, a decision unwise.

Remember – a world remembers what they see,
and this cruel exhibition will eventually turn upon thee!

Copyright © Sinead Terblanche | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

The Old Gum Tree

She sits beneath the old gum tree
eyes of black, teeth so sharp, claws of steel
she tells them stories and they listen
stories of death and destruction
stories of grief and misery
and so we sit under the old gum tree
the animals, the demon and me

Copyright © Rellik Anne | Year Posted 2015

Details | Blank verse | |

THE WASHERMAN

A washerman in the habit of going to the river nearby,
To wash the dirts of the whole people of his village,
He cried croc..croc many times raising his voice once,
Neighbors came running to the river bank to know why?
All in laugh the washerman for his foolish funny,
The day followed also he enjoyed his same old comedy,
Innocent people came again running to save the washerman,
All in laugh he once more thinking all fools the village men,
Oh,a croc sailed in fact,washerman cried,not late the other day,
Came not men in hate but his fate as a long killer crocodile!

Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

Dawn Of The Rat Race

In Eden's garden long ago
a second story's to be told.
First when Eve took her bite
and Adam fled in such a fright.
But on the ground watching by
two creatures suddenly did spy.
A chance to taste what's forbidden
and none see for they'd be hidden.
Quickly ran these two to eat,
digging in with sharp front teeth.
But suddenly the sky grew dark
God calling out loudly, “Hark!”
“You two eat, I clearly see,
fruit from the forbidden tree.” 
“You are not allowed to stay,
Cast out to scratch a life each day.”
Picking them up with gentle hands,
He released them past Eden's land.
“But this promise you will see,
Man amply take care of your needs."

Copyright © Kathleen Callaway | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

Human Purpose

Purpose?
Do humans have purpose?
Yes? No?
Nature has programmed it animals to survive, so is that there purpose?
To live?
If it is, is it the same for humans?
Seems it can't be, more humans refuse to live every year.

What is our purpose?
Love? To reproduce?
Yes? No?
Animals do what they can to keep their young alive, so is that their purpose?
To care for their young?
Is it the same for humans?
Seems it can't be, more humans are killing their young every year.

What is our purpose?
Power? Strength?
Yes? No?
Animals will strive to lead the group, so is that their purpose?
To lead others?
Is it the same for humans?
Seems it can't be, more humans lead others with corruption and lies.

What is our purpose?
Equality? Fairness?
Yes? No?
Animals all have a equal chance to live or die, so is that their purpose?
To have fairness?
Is it the same for humans?
Seems it can't be, more humans set themselves above others every year.

Copyright © Tiberius Augustus Porter | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

EXPERIMENTATION


The Zoo has its door opens.
A car goes backward
Into the Valley’s wall.
It’s a need
Jungles’ animals
In the loosing. Cage.
A silken blackbird
Smiles at the elephants.

News rolling in.
There is a click.
A criminal laughs
At the crocodile.

I done. 
No more.

Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet | |

BAIXIONG


BAIXIONG

There was an empress in a 19th century land
Who ruled with a fair but iron hand
A small white dog was ever by her side
In times of fear under her skirts he would hide
Dogs not allowed in the Forbidden City
So they took him and strangled him --a great pity
From that day forward she was hard as a nail
And made sure the guilty on nails were impaled 
Her vengeance was sated but there was yet something to do
And for that time it was a remarkable breakthrough
Dogs no longer forbidden in that place
As long as she lived that was to be the case
She told them she wouldn't tolerate such wrong
All for the memory of her one friend Baixiong

Copyright © Elizabeth Smith | Year Posted 2016

Details | Burlesque | |

THE RAVEN - Resolved

(With apologies to Edgar Allen Poe )  

Finding myself so berated, 
I muttered something syncopated, 
as seething and with burning eyes stormed I forth as on a secret chore. Returning answered well his gall 
for I, with no remorse at all, 
blew his feathered carcase through the wall. 
A wet flannel cleared the gore. 
"That's my trusty Purdey shotgun loaded with lead shot - twelve bore." 
This I said, and nothing more.  

Now when friends, in admiration, 
comment on my ventilation 
which dost somewhat harshly pierce the wall above that door, 
I gift the inspiration deemed 
to one whom talked less than he preened - 
to one whom since has not been seen, 
save in down upon the floor. 
"Visitor," I exclaim, smirking – “blast from the past, quite a bore!" 
This I say and nothing more.

Copyright © Perry McDaid | Year Posted 2016