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Murder at Night

The screech of claws scratching against my window, The flickering beams of flashlights reflect into my haunted eyes, The shivers creep down my spine with feeling of endless fear, The sound of footsteps in darkness; so cold at night, The hours become continuous as I begin to panic, The eery surroundings find its target, The blood poors heavily as I watch suffering pain, The stains of deaths medallion forever lays; upon the victims pillow.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 4/4/2011 12:45:00 PM
wow, your great
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Date: 1/26/2011 1:59:00 AM
Very descriptive. Your lines give me the creeps just by reading them.
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Date: 1/25/2011 9:32:00 AM
A powerful piece - well done Liz
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Date: 1/25/2011 12:45:00 AM
this is a wonderful description,it is a good poem
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