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This is my first attempt at tail-rhyme!
A meek Monet, a gentle Van Gogh
I may seem too nice and mild, though
The moon knows my true name
In lust I ascend to claim my prey
Goblins to gobble, dragons to slay
New blood to tempt my game
I brand the highest spruce with my mark
I am as white as the night is dark
Silent, floating prowl
As encroaching dawn takes starlight's place
Revealed beneath my human face
Soul of snowy owl.
Copyright © Michelle Faulkner | Year Posted 2019
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