The Dark Poet
He sits and watches patiently
Craving some emotion
To drive his mind to find some words and
Put his thoughts in motion
So sick and tired of pretty verse
Of butterflies and flowers
Those lovely poets he must destroy
Tear down their ivory towers
His gruesome game continues
For he is not alone
He shifts a little closer
To hear his victim moan
His inspiration gathers
As their life begins to ebb
Now he's looking for another
To tangle in his web
The Dark Poet
Competition entry
(Honourable Mention)
Copyright © Nick Bagnall | Year Posted 2010
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