Wednesday, June 1, 2011

SHE COMES

Waiting I continue on;
waiting from dusk till dawn.
Know the way she feels;
hearts she tortures and steals.
Tonight they say "she comes" --
to kill the few and some.

Shadows delight in her sight;
she'll do it to me again.
She is my guiding light;
her claws pierce --
me she'll slain.
Run run run little rabbit;
fun fun fun to inhabit.

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