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In shadows I take hold.

I begin
a chill, tingling
top to bottom.

I transform
embellish my inner devil,
become master
of destinies.

In shadows,
I wait salivating
eyes, on my prize.

I take hold
wicked breath
seeps out of evil lungs.
Intoxicates
as you realise
I am more than an illusion.

Um I don't know speak the truth lol :)

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  • ShadowsMidnightRose
    May 28

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    This was an excellent poem, and I remember it well from that contest, I believe I was also in it.

    It goes perfectly with the image! Well done!