Here is a poem I've been working on for a few weeks. It's not violent, but it doesn't show a werewolf, you have to use my imagery. Two other things: the finale of Hell's Basement is coming tomorrow, also, just so you have fun info; Bluemoon is my sister.
Winter Air
The night is still,
Frozen in time
In the late winter air.
The evergreens are a dark lime
In the bright moonlight.
Ice layers the stream;
As the day birds and villagers dream.
All is calm and quiet
In the late winter air.
Light footsteps crunch through the snow.
A woman wanders under the low
Cut branches of the evergreens.
She reaches a cave for warmth.
The cave is a lair,
For the slave of the Angel of Death.
A terrible sight is seen in the Beasts’ lair.
Deep in the night,
Screams stir the cold winter air.
Nobody hears the screams,
Stirring the air.
Lady Moon does not care
For the screams are not her fares.
Under her light,
Scarlet blood blotches the snow.
Once again all is calm and quiet
In the late winter air.
So what do you guys think about everything I've said in this post?
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!!!!!!blue moon is your sister 0.o didn't see that coming XD i like the poem it was great
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Thank You!! Your stuff is good to. Yep, my sister is Bluemoon! I think people will find that interesting, like you... And finally, the first chapter of Ruby Caves will be done tomorrow. Spread the word and enjoy blood, guts, cussing and more! See ya!
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lol i haven't posted anything silly XD but i plan to. oh tell her that her story is very good
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Good poem brother. Nice imagery. Fits your personality.
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