(written August 2022)

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Vultures circle overhead.

Angels of death.

As he walks alone among the graves and tombs, he is a harbinger of doom.


He hides, emerging with the moon.

Searching for fresh corpses to satiate his needs, with claws for fingers, he drains their blood before extricating their heart, liver and spleen.

Then as daylight approaches, he retreats.

Once again, back to the abyss from where he came.

There he waits patiently but never in vain,

for another blood let to ease his suffering and pain.

Copyright © 2023 Maggie Watson

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Published by In the Shadow of my Pen

Indie Poet and Author✍️ of four collections of poetry. Chronic Fatigue Warrior💪 Volunteer, Solo Traveller✈️ and Yogi🙏. Spilling ink from my heart and soul. My writing is real and raw, so if you are looking for a fairy tale you are on the wrong site!

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