Monday, September 20, 2010

A Bit of Poetry

The elusive muse of lines that rhyme

The poetic spirit that's hard to find

Made an appearance in this author's mind

And the following poem's what it left behind


Night Blade


A splash of red

     on darkest night

The tear of flesh

 in shadows bright


The sweetest taste

 across the tongue

No fresher breath

 'er through the lung


The thrill of death

 upon the wind

With silver glee 

 keen edges rend


Bright steel reflects

 the savage scene

Black hearts rejoice

 in primal scream


Deadly seconds

 and endless hours

The fruit of life

 the soul devours


A splash of red

 on darkest night

Marks the path of

 blade in the night

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