Broken Leash

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Broken Leash

All Hallows Eve-

Full moon

Where the monsters come

Out to play-

Nothing is more real

Then every night of life

Watch the shadows-

For the leash has

Been broken and the

The creatures of the night

Are out for fun and

Some virgin blood-

Oh it is so sweet!

The coppery taste of blood

On my tongue

It’s time to play

Where’s my prey?

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SweetBlood commented on Broken Leash

09-04-2009

Amazing I love it!!!It's different!!!!!!!!Keep Writing!!!

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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