THE FLOOD POEM
Posted By: Tony B<tonybereznak@comcast.net>
Date: 21 November 2004, 4:17 AM
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Something sturs in the shadows,
Swift and dangerous without fear.
The sound it makes can make,
Any brave man's blood turn cold.
The smell it brings to your nose as it draws closer,
Reminds you of the gruesome smell of decaying flesh.
It shows itself before it kills it innocent victim.
It leaps through the air as if it had wings,
Pinning its pray to the ground.
Then the creatures smaller form crawls from the darkness,
Coming to greet its new host with an awful sting.
As the stinger connects with the spine,
A horrible pain surges through the host,
As the Flood claim another victim.
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