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Fox Midnight Oct 2017
He looked to the skies as dark clouds cornered him, threatening to take the last of the sunlight away. He gripped his stomach as his face twisted in agony, his body shaking and trembling in fear. Out from his froth corrupted lungs burst dozens of elegant bloodstained petals, dancing in the wind around him. He could feel the roots of the plant piercing his heart, digging their sharp thorns around his weakened state, threatening to constrict more. He clawed at his chest till his pale fur grew dark with blood, claw marks along his chest as they too gushed out flower petals. He fell to his knees as he felt his stomach twist, coughing heavily roses began revealing themselves, falling slowly to the floor in a pile. The vines grew out his mouth, sliding along his face and body as if it where a snake to its victim. The sharp coils punctured his skin, sliding deep within his eye and grasping at his fragile mind, filling it with dread and desperation. He choked out his loves name, pleading and begging for help before forever succumbing in to the darkness of fear.
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As his body lay sprawled across the room, petals and roses surrounding him, he heard his lovers faint cry out of the window. He was with a beautiful woman, both kissing and smiling to themselves happily. They seemed the perfect couple.

He smiles softly at the sight, tears dripping from his eyes as he sunk to the floor, his heart finally breaking. He lay there with a soft smile on his face, uttering his final goodbye.

“As long as he is happy”
Fox Midnight Mar 2016
Oh, my darling,
Oh, my Joy.
My saver Grace,
My diamond in the rough.

I love every inch of you,
From you beautiful hair to your perfect feet.

Your green coloured eyes,
Which sparkle like emeralds.
Your beautiful glasses,
And how they fit your elegant face.

I love all of you...
And everything you do...
You fill my heart with joy,
Every second spent with you is a special memory.
To My Mother Who Is Very Kind
Fox Midnight Mar 2016
Midnight 12:00

Day, October 23rd 1990


I walked...
Walked on and on...
Not knowing...
The enemy number was growing...

Gun held high...
Finger on the trigger...
Senses detecting movement...
The movement of the enemy...

Blood stained uniforms...
Muddy boots...
Cracked helmet...
Worn gas masks...

Explosions...
Gunshot...
Screams...
Pain...

Darkness..­.
No hope...
Pawns of the military...
One good, one bad...

The real question is...
Which side is Wich...

All soldiers...
Friends...
Dead...
The looks of dread stuck on their lifeless faces...


I stand alone...

All war is evil...
Oh, can't you see...
We are all humans...
Both you and me...

For war Is pointless...
If this continues humanity has no hope...
How many deaths will it take for you to realise..

I'm taking a stand...
All in the world put down your guns...
Violences Leeds to more violence...
If this continues we will never find true peace...

Everyone...
Put down your guns...
And take a stand...
Follow me...
Take my hand...
All war is bad, if this continues we will all die from it.
Fox Midnight Mar 2016
Dark night...
Dark knight...

With all my might...
Try as I might...

Power is what I need more...
To get to the moor...

My family so poor...
Wouldn't afford a glass of water to pour...

My arm so sour...
I looked up and saw...

A dazzling light...
I felt my feet getting light...
Random poem
Fox Midnight Mar 2016
Dark, in the dark night sky,
A boy soared,
His freedom took my breath away...

His feathers like coal,
His wings like a falcon.
The sight of him took my breath away...

In the pitch black night,
Of my pitch black life.
The freedom took my breath away...

And in my shackles I stood,
Grasping the bars of my jail.
The sky took my breath away...

The grass he stood on,
So green and fresh.
The colors took my breath away...

As I looked up into the sky,
I caught a glimps of his eyes.
His eyes took my breath away...

And as I lay down in my house,
Locked, trapped, lost I look out the window.
The view took my breath away...

As I cried my sorrows away,
I wished I was free.
As free as the boy who took my breath away...
Everyone needs freedom, don't be like the trapped dove. Be like the crow, and go as you please.
Fox Midnight Mar 2016
Our world has barely anything to see,
If your not here with me.
Oh, how happy we would be,
If we could go to the sea.

We could see the gulls flying high,
Why did we need to say goodbye.
For it would be a lie,
If I said I didn't cry.

How the wind blew that day,
And blew my tears all away.
Up on the hill we stood,
Stood knee deep in mud.

And I would say to you if I could,
"Dear, don't go. Let our love bud".
And the flower of love would spread happiness all around,
And it would make a lovely sound.

But no, you had to go away,
Saying you'll come back some day.
But for you I would wait for eternity,
Because in my heart I knew, you was the only one for me.

Stood, still, I am on the purple hill,
And wait here longer I will.
As I love you more than anything,
And the soft songs you use to sing.

Even if you left me for dead,
I wouldn't be able to get you out of my head.
Even if you strikes me across the face,
I would still protect the ribbon of lace.

The one you gave to me,
When we first went to the sea.
For I want only you, my wild dove,
Oh, can't you see? Your the only one I love...
the poem of love from Him to Me to You.
Fox Midnight Mar 2016
oh yes, I remember when I was just a lad,
I was really quite bad.
I remember this one fall,
I drove my parents up the wall.

Up in the air the conversation flew,
And to annoy them more I answered with a "mew".
As I climbed the stairs and up into my room,
I slammed the door with a loud 'boom!'.

I stomped so loud on the floor,
And thought "oh, what a boor!'.
And up the stairs my parents sprung,
Their nattering in my ears rung.

I kicked and lashed out, not knowing what would happen next,
As I looked down, I thought I was hexed!
For if you stomp and kick,
You will be changed quite a bit...

Long grey ears grew high above my head,
"Help, help me!" I plead.
Hooves grew down to the floor,
And I gasped as I saw...

The little boy was no more.
Frantically I looked to my parents who said,
"I thought this would happen, I guess you need a new bed."

Now the boy is no more,
My parents bought a farm with a large moor.
And I help out more now,
As my job is pulling a plough!
Never be naughty ;p
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