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The Night Stalker

This is done in Iambic Tetrameter A spotlight on a dusty stage; the last of day crept on the floor as blood filled eyes that never age now peered up at his coffin's door. The hunt that fate can never sate now prowls across the foggy moor and slips within the village gate with appetite that must restore the blood of life that lives and dies and then is born to seek again. A painful truth that never lies; a curse so real it never ends. Another lured to evil's whim, now drawn to eyes they can't resist reflecting distant candle dim and falling there to life's last kiss.

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Darren White

Date: 10/12/2017 3:39:00 PM

I think the tetrameter is a favourite of mine (just not on soup) I have a question for you. How do you like 'deviations' in meter? Like the first foot in: "drawn to eyes they can't resist". I quite like it because it prevents monotony.

Craig Cornish
Date: 10/12/2017 4:05:00 PM

Thanks Darren, that was actually a missed type and should have been now drawn. (I will correct it now) Yet meter should not be read like meter because it will then, as you allude, become sing-song and boring. If it is read or recited correctly it can be as enchanting as the correct background tune in a movie or play and add rather than distract from the experience. Thank you for your careful consideration.