GO SCHLEPPIN' AROUND IN THE DARK, YOU DUNNO WHAT YOU'RE GONNA MEET!
This is another poem moved over from my Journal blog to where it belongs. It was just a flight of fancy, engendered by nothing more than the urge to write. MIDNIGHT HUNT Mist under the trees, hanging low above the ground. Under the mist I hear them: the night creatures. Hear their hearts: a rapid... Sign in to see full entry.