The wind drifts in
Within tremulous waves
Demurely building
Into an airborne cascade
Massively sweeping
All interruptions away
Deafening the ears
To every distraction
How I adored
Such wild desert winds
Soothing, Cooling
Uplifting, Mystical
Beckoning such dreams
Of magical dancing
Dancing no more
Merely a disabling
Of tenderly honed ears
Searching out sounds
Telling of approaches
Vampires, Ghouls
Ghosts, Specters
A demonic stalker
Sliding through brush
HERE OR THERE
THERE OR HERE
He is somewhere
Perpetrating something
Uninvited by his --
Victims, Co-victims
And unsuspecting cohorts
He may have collected
The latter in scores
Following his boasted
Mode of operations.
By Lady Lost
Copyright © 2002
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