mediocre poetry.

gold shadows.

Through the trees she creeps in silence,
Whispering, and wondering.
Brushing thoughts with thoughts of violence,
Muttering, and mumbling.
Over land and sea she slithers,
Capturing, with teeth and claws.
Slicing skies to sordid slivers,
Starlight, dripping, from her jaws.
Careful, child, lest she scent
Your beating heart, so strong and clear.
For she'll tear it, devil-sent,
And swallow it, my darling dear.
Evil things bow down to her--
They'll savor your soft soul, my love.
Other girls may cry to her--
But you'll cry not, my little dove.
You must not follow where they go,
When day meets night, to dreamy sleep.
For if you do, then she will know,
And your sweet heart, she'll cruelly keep.
In the silence of the evening,
Do not drift, my darling girl.
For if you do, you'll soon be dreaming,
And never wake, my lovely pearl.

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