written by: Doug Donnan
A full moon, a winged bat, a lithe intruding shape
Dead slits staring down at you bending low, lower
Helpless, you are oh so helpless, then covered over
with his sweeping obsidian cape.
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I've been writing short fiction and poetry for 'many' years. Some pieces have been published... others not!
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