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    dots Submission Name: Skinwalker's Choicedots

    Author: Skinwalker
    Elite Ratio:    2.62 - 36/57/28
    Words: 454
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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       Kinda odd, i hope to revise it. enjoy

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    dotsSkinwalker's Choicedots

    Night skies casted out by the blue streaks of death,
    a creature sits on a rock staring at this, wondering.
    What is it like for its victims as he steals their breath,
    behind its red eyes it feels numb and fears nothing.

    Its cold stare pierces through the forests to a soul,
    the unfortunate child playing late in spite of its family.
    The creature rears back its head and howls low, dull,
    and races through the trees and limbs to see, to feed.

    The child is thrown against the tree by the being,
    and sees the red, yellow cat slit eyes,and a red mane.
    The child begins to shriek as the sky roars, sings,
    the tears and fear drives the creature mad, insane.

    It rears back its black head and opens its maw,
    and reaches for the child's throat, to rip, to feast.
    The lightning streaks the skies, and the child bawls,
    the creature halts for a second, but why it's a beast?

    It thinks of the child's flesh, its blood, the taste of extasy,
    but yet the child is innocent, and skin isn't long enough.
    The beast thinks of the supple skin, but in mercy lets the kid free,
    but angry at itself it swipes with a claw scarring the rough.

    As the beast turns to return to skywatching, a sound, "CRACK".
    The creature is knocked off its feet writhing in pain from its back.

    The child runs to its parents' arms, and cries in joy,
    the creature laid on the ground in blood of black.
    All it can think of is the skin of and blood of the boy,
    and the shrieking pain throbbing in its bloody back.

    It races seeing red, ripping and tearing the father,
    causing the rifle to fall, but the father fell faster.
    The creature bites his neck, blood runs like water,
    the creature cackles, for now the boy's a bastard.

    The beast lets the blood run down its mane, more, more!!!
    The beast leaps upon the mother and starts to tear at her legs.
    It seperates her knee from the leg, and goes for her core.
    The beast drools, and purrs as the mother begins to beg.

    The creature goes straight for the boy to torture her,
    and God's fires streak across the clouds, lighting all.
    The boy begins to run, but is caught and it begins to tear,
    tossing the boy by his leg like a bloody, dead ragdoll.

    The child was torn from limb to limb, blood on the trees,
    the mother kills herself at everything on this night, she had seen.
    The creature now has a coat of regal manner, formed of similar genes.

    Submitted on 2004-05-20 19:12:31     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      This is not a topic I will usually read but I felt like this was more representative of something in it's portrayal as actually something truly scary or menacing.
    The very last line struck me; "The creature now has a coat of regal manner, formed of similar genes."
    That, to me was like a poem within a poem & that line is very telling. hmmm...thanks for the thought.
    Love,Peace,JOY&Smilez 2 share
    | Posted on 2006-01-13 00:00:00 | by Epiphany | [ Reply to This ]
      this reminds me of caseks writting(and i probly spelled it wrong) he wrote Canyons, any way, i think this poem is very well written, i actually was hoping the little boy would survive, and yet knowing he would not
    | Posted on 2004-05-20 00:00:00 | by sinjen | [ Reply to This ]
      this seriously scares sme but in a good way
    i enjoyed this poem, but it was a little on the freaky side lol

    | Posted on 2004-05-20 00:00:00 | by Rhaine | [ Reply to This ]

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