It's the moons time to come
My heart pounds like a drum
All senses are in tune
As i trace the sacred rune
they don't sense my thirst
Nor that they will be the first
Cowardice keeps me sane
Smothering the bloodlust pain
This human side is such a drag
Always first to fly a white flag
Now again tis day
The animal was kept at bay
Bathed in sun, its now asleep
Behind the walls of societys keep
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KindellFlames
02:05 Apr 28 2011
I like ur poem.