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Black Run (Sonnet #2)

by natalia-quilles

Your stillness draws me stalking still Through redwoods, deadwoods, rotting trees, With purpose, with intent to kill, My love, you've made a wolf of me. You called me to your forest heart, I crossed in blood, put birds to flight, I tracked you through the gath'ring dark, Concentric circles, dying light. But hunted love, what eyes you've got- I thought them wide in fear at first, When on your trail I followed hot, But now they're looking dark with thirst, And standing here, day fading fast, Můj upír, love, I see the trap.
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Written by
natalia-quilles
American
Published
May 1, 2014
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Můj upír: Czech, "My upir (vampire)"

Black run: "A stream of unusual darkness in color caused by the slow decay of hemlock needles," Pennsylvania Department of Conservation.

is vampire/werewolf imagery cool again yet

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