Princess of the Night
The night has come, it's time to prowl. Through the dark i creep, as the dogs, they do howl. Princess of the night is what i may be. No living thing is darker then me. I have loved ones as mystical as me. We never have to beg, or grovel on knee. The ones who are begging are ones just like you. The ones who are groveling say they will kiss any shoe. I wear a black cloak, a hood and some boots. It may sound gothic but, it beats wearing suits. Call me what you will, beast, monster, creature, or spirit. Call me slayer and i shall kill!! Death is not pleasant, for those whom insult. My bite is as deadly as a lightenings strong jolt. You have been warned. You have been friended. Be nice and i'll always keep your life mended.i need help smoothing my poems out more. Written October 31st, 2001 © on Oct 31 2001 12:51 PM PST 10 • 0
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"The night has come,..."