This one was written, as the title suggests, on a night that we were traveling.
Night on the Road
Drops spattered on the windshield,
Streetlights smeared through the glass.
Glaring tail lights pierce the darkness,
Red as an eclipsed moon's pass.
The streets gleam black and wet,
Clouds blanket the sky.
The windows run with rain,
It is a melancholy time.
This is a slightly creepy poem that I wrote about a favorite character of mine. However, the title is a work in progress.
The Mastery
Bone white hunter,
Ancient beyond measure,
His name the sound of gnashing teeth.
The Pale Slayer, Lord of those who have no master.
Blood in the water,
Deadliest hunger,
Ivory fangs, bared in bloodlust,
A frenzy, sane no longer.
I wish I had more, but it got deleted.
This post has been edited by Swordlady: 30 November 2009 - 11:54 AM

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