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She Comes For You
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Dark Poetry She creeps down the hall
late at night,
hides in the shadows
out of sight.
Her fangs drip
with blood still,
didn't get satisfied
from her last kill.
She looks in every room
for fresh meat,
deep in her chest
her heart does beat.
Between her fingers
she feels every crevasse of the wall,
as she silently lurks
down the dark hall.
In her hand
she holds a still beating heart,
from her last victim
with it she did part.
She comes for you
in the dead of night,
you had better hide
stay out of sight.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Sept.22/2004
Very cool poem. Great imagry too, and suspenseful. It's gota nice gothic tone to it that draws you write in.