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 Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 12:51 pm
Club Moon
Johnathan Saxon
See the herd ahead, the dumb sheep,
Standing, oblivious, bleating to the beats from
Their shepherd’s booth, they dance,
Never noticing the wolves in their midst.
The game is on...
Ignoring the world around them, the Collie
Calling in the corner, barking out her warning, but
Is not heard,
Defeated, growling quietly at the passing danger.
The pack begins to circle…
Skillfully they mark their prey,
Picking from the herd the target of least resistance,
The comb through the sheep.
Baring their game, dagger like fangs,
They move quietly...
The leader, ghastly white with eyes of ruby, steps forward
Spotting a young lamb taking refuge among others,
Thinking, hoping it will detour the impending danger.
He creeps closer, careful not to shine in the moons pale light.
He closes in...
The lamb runs, but it’s a futile effort,
He overtakes her, tries to break her.
He lunges forward with ferocious strength,
Using claws crafted from experience.
He corners her...
Now, filled with the words of the wolf
The lamb begins to bleat softly-
Her spirit broken by his lines,
She falls under his spell.
He goes for the kill…
He puts her down quickly, almost mercifully
No pain, suffering, turmoil, yet.
She finds herself lost from the herd,
No bleating sounds to be heard, the shepherd’s beats are gone.
The game comes to an end,
He wins….
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 8:57 am
You made me have to think on this one, I read it like 3 times (which is good cause I don't usually do that). This is sort of relating to society isn't it, or is that just coincidence? Kind of made me think of girls who get seduced by guys or something too, lol. heart
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