FerociousA Poem by Dream Weaver
Scared and shivering
in this fetal position Crimson fog hides
the moonlit sky, yet still the metamorphic process will not be denied. Avoid
the moss on this blood thirsty night for it is I you fear when you turn off the
light.
The hunger ferocious, as I lay here in wait, it’s not I but him who will determine your fate? © 2013 Dream WeaverAuthor's Note
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