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Post by Calypso on Mar 23, 2010 19:11:46 GMT -5
Not the best I've ever done but at least it's new.
She lay in bed but did not sleep, and the tedious work that lay ahead, for she had a secret to keep. She didn't dream through closed eyes, but lay and wait for a quarter past midnight for she was the prized. Then it was time and she opened her eyes, gleaming red. A smile spread across her pale face, and she got out of bed. Walking across the wet lawn ,her eyes ready, body relaxed, she took the shape of a swan. The swan resembled her grace, for a torturous night it was to be, the pain her victim would face. Now she forms a wolf, dark as night it resembles her speed and honor, her claws extend though she has no need for a fight. The next and final is herself, the demon. A shadow now, all black except for the glowing, red eyes, and now she goes to her poor victim, asleep in their bed.
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