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Post by Midnight on Sept 6, 2009 16:26:31 GMT -5
I was looking threw some of my older poetry books ((Mostly stuff I have written over the years)) and came across this. I never did title it but it reminds me of how I always played Midnight
The soft click of sharp claws, echo though the empty halls. Sleek black body moves threw the silence, without even a mew.
Keen eyes watch and observe as others try to serve. Serve a master or a guest, who has made some request.
A little movement shows, her to thoes she sees as foes. Stepping from her hiding place, she sees many turn white in the face.
A tail sways about lazily behind her, as powerful muscles ripple under shiney black fur. She walks threw the middle of the room, which has become as silent as a tomb.
People move away from her giving her space, so they won't face claws as deadly as a mace. She reaches a pair of lone chairs and lays down in between the as the others begin to frown.
A hand touches the top of her head softly, a touch that could be very costly. She looks up to see the one who has captured her heart. She loves him with all of her wild heart.
I hope you guys like this one I just happen to come acrost it
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Post by Lady Edfeil on Sept 6, 2009 20:25:14 GMT -5
ooh... that is beautiful!
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Post by Cara McKenna on Sept 7, 2009 9:24:33 GMT -5
very beautiful poem ~soft smile~
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Post by adrianna on Sept 7, 2009 19:42:30 GMT -5
yes i agree too i do love it
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