The Shadows hide my vicious tails
The moon reflects my hate
sit and ponder endlessly about that golden gate

The terrored crys scream threw my eyes
my mouth not move a bit
much to early for me to quite
rolling in the hay
great thunder rolls my way
Cackling my name
Many wouldn't have stayed
but i cant help but to laugh at those affraid
the ones that scorn and howl
but when the time comes to prowl
their eager faces look away
their hearts not move a beat
all thats heard is
the sound of the endless thrashing heat
warm breath pressing against my skin pushing me away
"we'll find somebody willing, to live a few less days"



*note to readers-This poem is not fully finished but shall be once i find
the time*
 
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