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People in my school have names for someone like me.
    Freak, crazy, weirdo, a spawn by the devil's decree.
        I took note of every malicious word they ever spoke,
            knowing that before long they'd no longer make me a joke.

None of them knew how truthful were their mocking words.
    They had no clue I could spread my wings to fly among the birds,
        with ravens that caw out for blood at the stroke of each midnight.
            I'd fill their haunting dreams with images of daunting fright.

A snip of dried herbs, a pinch of fungal root, boiled in fat of fowl,
    a concoction for me to savor, secreted to me by my mother, an owl.
        Eyes that see through bloodshot color, they would see them too
            when the full moon was high and the sky turned dark cobalt blue.

No help will they receive from a scream or gyrations to be free.
    They soon will know they should never have made a mockery of me.
        The time is near, my brew is cooled, now it's my time to have fun.
            Tonight their dreams will be nightmares, a gift from the evil one.

With their eyes closed, they will envision they are being chased
    by hundreds of bloodshot eyes, the likes of which they've never faced.
        Black robes adorned, scepter of wormwood waved from my hand.
            Eyes...  wild bloodshot eyes, will seek vengeance at my command.

Fog advances to the bedrooms of those who sleep in peace.
    My adrenaline is pumping, just a few more minutes until release.
        A snarl of satisfaction I feel curled upon my blood red lips.
            You won't belittle me again with your taunting nocuous quips.

NOW!  I gave the order for the eyes to creep into their dreams
    But my heart is beating too fast. This was not part of my schemes.
        I can't see a bloody thing. What's happened to the spell I cast?
            How long will this blindness torture me?  How long must it last?

A truant officer was sent to see what had become of the freak.
    Through a window he saw many ravens, all with bloodied beak.
        No body was discovered. All that remained was a robe of black
            and a note scratched upon the floor.  "Too late to take it back."



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December 26th, 2015
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