Short Slavering Poems

The snow wolves have escaped,
they feast now
upon the warm red meat
of human hearts.

In a famine of faith
winter wolves grow stronger.
It is not the wolves
that we blame with a savage name,
they are faultless.

We have over-fed them
with war stories, trained them all
in the art of violence,

and now they return to our hearts,
slavering,
howling, wanting,
needing
more red meat.

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The beast in its lair
In slavering mode
Teeth in waiting
To it's pray it goads

A little elf girl
Naked and scared
Sacrificial 
In it's bone ridden lair

The plight in her eye
As she stares at the beast
To remonstrate her thought
Deter his feast

The fear in her lulls
As the beast turns away
Her little wings flap
Rising from deaths decay



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The Sitter

There it is
Sitting in the old wicker chair
Grinning its foul slavering grin
 It moves nothing than its face.
Every night it appears
Until waking and shaking 
I reach for the pull light string
 It then evaporates at pace.
I will take the chair back 
With its eviction will go the glob
Never more to appear
With its evil sneer
Its cynical jeer
I will not fail in the execution of the job
I will not ever again fall into the snare
Of buying an antique second hand chair!...

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