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She who Walk s in the Night
She who Walk s in the Night She the walker in the Night She stands in the shadows Watching the occupants within Their human smell fills her being The lust comes upon her Her fangs appear her talons break through Her eyes fill with blood She stays in the shadows, watching Waiting, envisioning the feast ahead Her body trembles her heart if it still be that Pumps with the venom she calls blood She watches waits to find the weakness The mistake to allow her entrance A soft tinkling laugh drifts on the night breeze Familiar, yet not It triggers a feeling, she staggers An emotion like a knife cutting into her Once more in control, she glides closer, What was that sound Why was it so familiar? A small cherub of a , with glistening red hair Runs into sight, that sound issuing forth Huge emerald eyes flanked by long curling lashes Open wide and look at her, the cherub comes She stares out into the night into her eyes and waves Waves of memories attack her, Groaning in pain she is forced to the ground Screaming in anguish Her death her rebirth flashes before her eyes Looking up she members the sound Her family, her wee bairn used to make that sound Her beautiful red haired Lorelei used to laugh that laugh She remembers the night her dark Lord came for her She remembers Her fangs contract her talons disappear She turns from the warmth of the house The laughter and love, Fleeing from the sound of happiness Fleeing from what once was hers She who walks in the night continues She prowls the night alone, the memory of the Laughter fading away But the hauntingly beautiful emerald eyes remain Reminding, torturing burning her The sadness of knowing what she lost Follows her Across the lake in the stone home The family who resides there continues They continue to laugh and to be happy Not knowing how close they came So close to being walkers of the night |
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Please write a poem about "She who walks the Knight". Sir Teezalot WAR IS ABSURD
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your tortured soul with a glint of hope have shown through to me.
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