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hunt of the damphyr

written by: Linda M. Crate

@thysilverdoe

 

the blood moon sings
all hallow's eve
has arrived
magic dances all around the thinned veil,
and this night the damphyr
freely hunts;
mistaken for being in costume
there are no limitations
for what she can and cannot do—
it will be too late
once they realize what she really is:
a monster
not quite vampire but not altogether human,
by then the laughter will have died from their lips
and a look of terror will set in as they look to the moon
for guidance they can never adhere to;
and by then she will be hunting again
her blood lust never sated—
they, hiding behind their masks,
she bravely walking as she is;
but they would rather their pretty lies
not the bitter roots of every truth that could save them.

Linda M. Crate

Linda M. Crate

Linda M. Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. Her poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. She has three published chapbooks A Mermaid Crashing Into Dawn (Fowlpox Press - June 2013), Less Than A Man (The Camel Saloon - January 2014), and If Tomorrow Never Comes (Scars Publications, August 2016). Her fantasy novel Blood & Magic was published in March 2015. The second novel of this series Dragons & Magic was published in October 2015. The third of the seven book series Centaurs & Magic was published November 2016. Her novel Corvids & Magic was published March 2017.
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