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The Night Beast

Dawn Napier | 0 comments | 09/17/14

  The night draws down Like a black velvet curtain. Like a blanket of stars and dark The night draws down.   The winged beast awakens Like an earthquake in the night. Like the heavy shift of mountains The winged beast awakens.   The beast takes flight Like the cold north wind. Like a whirl of ice and death The beast takes flight.   The sleeping children shiver Like leaves in autumn. Like apples ready to fall The sleeping children shiver.   The lone victim flees Like a deer in the wood. Like a rabbit to its burrow The lone victim flees.   The beast rends and tears Like a knife through paper. Like Death's ripping scythe The beast rends and tears.   The beast feeds. The children sleep. The nightmare is over for now.

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You You who have stood on the edge of the abyss Wide-eyed and alone Scream Turn 'round Arms open wide…

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Bad Review

Dawn Napier | 0 comments | 05/15/13

The curtain came down like a guillotine, Slicing off the actor's swelled head. His severed neck spurted lost ambition, And…

Family Comes First

Dawn Napier | 0 comments | 11/01/12

Never mind her; She wasn't right for you. She didn't understand you Like we do.   If she'd truly understood,…

Mask

Dawn Napier | 0 comments | 11/01/12

The child's face is a mask, White and pale, Blank and mindless.   The child's face is a mask, Black…

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invasion

Bill Napier | 0 comments | 10/13/12

The boy i knew When he laughed He'd make me glow A soul, it was his All his own The…

Spiderweb

Dawn Napier | 0 comments | 07/03/12

The path was well-worn, Beaten down by tire tracks and footsteps. Joggers, bikers, power-walkers All did their part To tame…

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Good-bye, Mr. Bradbury

Dawn Napier | 0 comments | 06/10/12

When I was nine you told me That death is a lonely business. I can still smell dandelions and summer…

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