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Nov 2010
He was the man who would terrify me.

I would be lost in the madness of his eyes.

I would enjoy how he would scare me.

He would creep up on me by surprise.



Hearing his voice gave me a chill.

His horror would make me shiver.

Watching him was always a thrill.

Waiting for the lines he would deliver.



Now he has been taken away.

His movies are timeless forever.

I always loved what he would say.

His wickedness seemed so clever.



I will always watch you, our Vincent.

You were always the master my friend.

I for one thought you were magnificent.

I will continue to watch you until the very end.
copyright Chris Smith 2009
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
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Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul  Hemel Hempstead
(Hemel Hempstead)   
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