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.
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Author notes
written for a contest wanting no more then 50 words from the pic etc..I won bronze on this one
Not used to writing in styles like this but it is certainly fun opening myself up
Um I don't know speak the truth lol :)
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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!language: 5, rhythm: 4, subject: 5, tone: 5, form: 5.
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hehe cool
and thank you, much appreciated
Cindy
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