Don't mind this - it really just is exactly as the title says. This is my venting place - however, feel free to read and, if you need to, vent as well.
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The night is cold and the trees are still
I watch as it rears, to fall down on its kill.
I stay and watch as the demon devours,
Right to and through the godless hours.
It bears its teeth and together they gnash,
Behind it lightening and thunder crash.
It tears and it rips, green body shaking.
It felt, to me, that the earth was quaking.
Clouds steal the moon, and also the light,
Leaving me to stand in the darkness of night.
I stood stock still, not daring to breath,
To scared and in shock to think to leave.
It lifts its face, mane dripping red,
Flesh stuck to the horns on top of its head.
I already knew that my sister was dead
And wished, for once, that I stayed home in bed.
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Reserved for more poems
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Probably for more poems
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Anything else that comes to mind
