James Fraser Poet Rhyme

It Visits From Their Night

It stands nigh, seven foot
This beast of the night
Body of man
Such an immaculate sight

Hands like shovels
That will grasp your last breath
Claws so sharp, will leave your body
Torn, reft

This creature, this soul
From a dark forgotten past
Drawn back to the modern
One look, you'll gasp

Torso befitting
An athlete of it's race
Incisors so cutting
Will leave you defaced

To be fortunate to meet
On any given night
Welcome to your past
Your introduced by it's sleight

It stands nigh, seven foot
This beast of the night
If there's one, there must be others
Who'll deliver us from sight








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Lisa Cole January 26, 2011 at 4:18 AM THIS is a masterpiece and do you know what it actually reminds me of william blakes poem, 'tiger tiger burning bright in the shadows of the night'... Really well done. very talented x

Sharon Ruebel December 15, 2010 at 10:48 AM Hello James, How wonderful and thrilling, gave me goose bumps! Love it! As Always, Shar

Wilma Neels December 13, 2010 at 4:19 AM You always take me outside my comfort zone with your dark writes.. but I sure enjoy them James.. brilliant write.. Enjoy the week ahead :) Wilma

Carolyn Devonshire December 10, 2010 at 12:50 PM A spellbinding poem, James, and it seems like our past always finds a way to haunt us. Like the way you described it, especially as a "beast of the night." Those moments when we are trying to sleep, past events can interfere with our peace. Well done, Highlander! Love, Carolyn