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Feb 2013
I woke up this morning
Needing to get out
I heard the day cry for my company
And my heart longing to reply
So I got up and grabbed my coat
The night was hardly dawning
When I heard somebody shout
Or was it some thing taunting hungrily
From the woods or my head know not I
But my mind was quite afloat

He sat there waiting patiently
For me to walk the path
I tucked my coat around me
In the chilling morning air
But I walked along so eagerly
As if I strode from wrath
And like a flame so easy to see
Around my head flowed my crimson hair

Not far had I come into the wild
Before I felt something near
A pair of eyes watching my every move And his hot predator's breath
I had heard the warnings as a child
Yet I did not encounter fear
As he his cover did remove
And promised me virtual death

He grabbed me by my pounding wrist
And dragged me into his lair
So damp, dangerous and dark
And there he let me laid me down
He tied me so I could not resist
And numbed me with his stare
His weapon all ****** made a mark
On my coat and my morning gown

He ate me until there was nothing left
And I saw myself from up high
I went to the woods to find my truth
And so I found the beast
I went without worries of **** or theft
And I welcomed him with a sigh
The potency of his violent youth
I invited him to feast.
Patricia Drake
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Patricia Drake
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