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Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Those Who Prey

Far beneath the frozen ground
Lie tombs of mortal men
Beneath their graves
Much farther down
Reside the pits of sin
For those who prey on innocence
Existing for the day
When yet another succumbs to
Their odd and dreadful way
Of adding pallor to the flesh
That once was pink and pure
Removing sparks of innocence
From eyes soft and demure
Injecting poison from a bite
As faces gaunt and hollow
Hypnotize defenseless minds
Drifting as they swallow
Every drop of their life's blood
Then tearing souls away
Chaining them to broken dreams
Of teardrops and dismay
Swirling as they dance about
In ballrooms fit for kings
Where fingertips of death point out
They don't deserve a thing
No they don't deserve a thing


  1. Hello Kay.
    This is dark, but you pen it so effortlessly. I would love to hear your voice reciting this.
    Nicely done! Thanks for sharing & visiting.

    Thoughts Of Beauty In The Stillness Of Dawn...

    1. Okay, Andy. I'll recite it for you dear.

  2. This has a real bite to it, Kay!

  3. Good one Kay, the picture goes well with your poem.

  4. Wow! Very well described, the darkness comes through well...

  5. Your homepage is very morbid, girl. Why don't you awaken to the WonderfullJoy of Seventh-Heaven. Looky here...

    "I Am the One who runs the world. You're here to prepare for Heaven. You cannot make it to the Great Beyond on your own."

    ...and I, as a sinfull mortal, help in this symbiotic relationship: take part in this glorious, Christmas gift, this wonderFULL, Heavenly Kingdom. God bless you with discernment.