The moon has cast a final, pale shadow
illuminating the monsters I’ve yet to know.
In the darkness of shade, something waits...
Tapping fingers until it sees Hell’s gates.
It grows impatient...eyes starting to light
to become two dim beacons in this night.
Teeth so sharp, they would cut time in half...
It wants to take me...It wants to take me back.
I’ve escaped from Hell and it has come to claim
this lost soul. This beast knows my name.
Highway traffic pounding by, unaware of my plight
as I step into the darkness of this hot summer night.
(Yeah, it's a little unfinished, eh?) :o)
©February 26, 2005 Lori S. Maynard
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Go for new to you genres, or make one up.
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What a great 2 minute write this is! You are very talented and creative. Enjoyed this little poem.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
I would say that no work is cheesy or little when it comes from the heart. I think you captured this topic and the spirit that you are in quite well, however I think there should and will be a follow up to this when the inspiration strikes you.
Hang in there,
Felix