Ian McArthur

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Venom - Poem by Ian McArthur

(Another of my old poems from high school. They're not all negative, just seems that these ones were the most poignant. This one is the narrative of a desert scorpion.)

Fear the venom of my sting
It is a slow and vicious thing
First my mark begins to burn,
follow suit your stomach churns
As it seeps throughout your blood
You will choke on bile, and cud
And when your vision blurs away
Know that you still have half a day
Violence in your flesh ensues
soon the reaper gets his dues
Not a thing can ease the pain
As the light begins to wane
Time is running out
So few grains left in the spout
As your life seeps away
That you do not linger, pray
For the venom of my sting
is a slow and vicious thing.


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  • (3/31/2011 12:15:00 AM)


    I imagines this being read in a horror movie: P.. a dark side you got there: P (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 3, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, December 3, 2010


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