The Cliff
It spins,
It glides,
in graceful circles.
Its wings shining ablaze,
in silvery moonlight.
Seductively catching his gaze,
with balletic and blithe movements,
while luring him into the trap.
It knows of Its beauty,
the smirk on Its face proof.
His eyes brightly shining
the man walks into the trap.
He loses all of his senses,
sees only one thing.
Walking forward
the man sets his stones in place.
Smiling It raises its arm
up into the air.
Motioning to the man.
Beckoning,
taunting him.
He comes forward.
Footsteps ring in his ears.
Eyes glittering wickedly,
It led him to the ledge.
The man kept walking toward It.
No second thoughts.
So he fell.
Smiling, Its wings ablaze,
once again.
It watched the prey,
as he fell in a downward spiral
to the ocean.
Smiling It flew away
into the moonlight.
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Irezlie
PoetryA curse of the moon forces Irezlie to kill and survive. The question is; can she stop herself from doing this every month the moon is full? With these dark poems Irezlie slowly finds out the truth of herself and the curse. The Cliff The Sailor in th...
