Lance Carthen

Rookie (4-10-81 / Mineral Wells, TX)

The Funeral Procession Of The Love Of My Life. - Poem by Lance Carthen

Bloodlust in the shadows.
Eyes as white as snow.
The wind sings hymes of sorrow.

Depression from the moons eerie glow.
It waits in the darkest alley.
Waiting...we are its prey.

Cold and calculating is this handsome killer.
Fullfilling his work by the break of day.
Leaving behind only one sign of his existance.

Two puncture holes on an unfortunates jugular vein.
The sunrise sets in.
It vanishes with no trace.

A slave to darkness.
Never to see the light of the day.
With the disapearance of the sun.

The moon begins to rise.
It awakes from its silence.
Opening its two eyes...

As white as snow....

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 19, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 20, 2010

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