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Sep 2010
The dark demon entered,
lowly,
as he moved slowly,
his clothing was more elaborate,
bordering on ceremonial,
indicating some degree of rank,
her chest sank,
as he walked straight up to her,
and she stepped back without moving,
his eyes dark, but oddly soothing,
then his features seemed to blur together,
as she fought back the tears,
and in a flash he disappeared,
taking with him all her fears.
(c) copyrighted 2010 by Frank F. Atanacio
Written by
Frank Atanacio
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