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"The Creature Who Lurks"

The darkness begins to howl
There exists a certain smell
Its creatures are on the prowl
But are you really able to tell

You gaze upon your time piece
Only to see the void
It's as though all has ceased
And you are so annoyed

Turn, turn around so swift
Absolutely nothing
The sight, the phase, the shift
Absolutely something

Chills and shivers you only feel
Evil is your thought
Can all this be so real
Finding what was sought

The howl is coming near
Your mind no longer works
You have so, so much fear
The creature who lurks
 
 
Eric W Rudd
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Sent: Saturday, November 12, 2005 6:07 PM
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Subject: [QUAD-L] Any other poet's out there?

Hi All,
     Anybody else out there a poet?
 
                Saturday dinner
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