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Lycan

I can hear their hearts beating inside their heads 
the stench of blood flowing beneath their dead 

the roots of fear grow deep into the earth 
and as the flesh rots the devil claims his worth 

the pale moonlight beckons the beast 
and the creatures of the night indulge in the feast 

if flesh could turn to stone I would barely be eating pebbles 
for I was once a man who stared into the piercing eyes of the devil 

and as the eastern sky greets the morning sun 
I am soon to realize that the devils deed has been done

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 10/12/2011 8:25:00 PM
Gives me shivers to read, you sure know how to whip up the emotions. Is this a haloween poem?
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john castro
Date: 11/18/2011 8:17:00 AM
I GUESS IT CAN BE IT ABOUT WAREWOLF LOL