Crimson NIghtA Poem by Tina Klinethe blood moon rides high
tiny winged creatures dart about in the black sky distant screams cut into the night small yellow blinking eyes shed eerie light they come cloaked in shifting shadows nothing of them is seen even in the moon's crimson glow they are blood thirsty and blood hungry claws and fangs make hunting soon to get bloody like mist they come without a sound they are here and no one knows they're around they hunt the living for their life essence they're in your room before you're aware of their presence they kill and they kill some more spilling blood puts them on the bloody sea's shore there they lap and suck and lap for hours killing many and increasing their own powers the moon shields them and shadows conceal they hunt the night too dead to feel but the pain of hunger drives them on and on to ease that pain they come creeping like mist across your lawn © 2012 Tina KlineFeatured Review
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9 Reviews Added on December 9, 2012 Last Updated on December 9, 2012 AuthorTina KlineORAboutWhen Venus gets too close catfish have been known to come up out of the water onto the shore, feed awhile, then go back in. It's business as usual in the Apocalypse. And business is very good right.. more..Writing
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