Immortal Fledgling

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    Immortal Fledgling

    Blood-lust coursing,
    Power seething,
    Beauty deceiving...

    Patiently waiting,
    Craving devouring,
    Innocent beings...

    Desperate yearning,
    Hunger biting,
    Deftly hunting...

    Seductively cunning,
    Alluringly addicting,
    Quarry unknowing...

    Illusory loving,
    Humanity damning...
    Immortal fledgling.

    Copyright ©2009 Sharain Clark

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    gregster commented on Immortal Fledgling

    10-15-2010

    whoa.now that is some great write ,,i was rapping that one....cool

    wamomo

    10/16/2010

    Wow...way cool! If I knew how to rap, I'd have to try it myself, while no one was listening, of course..lol. Thank you so much! Will visit you soon!

    Marsink commented on Immortal Fledgling

    03-29-2010

    The elemental characters of beauty and seductiveness are inherantly perceived as feminine, but because of the inhumanity of the qualities being demonic, I will venture to call this entity 'it'. This probably goes contrary to your created concept in the writing, but, I have my reasons... Great and ominous omen of ornate offering!

    redbloodink commented on Immortal Fledgling

    01-20-2010

    what a write..... Wam.... I think it left a impact on my thought tonight..... red.... your writes seem to do that

    selena commented on Immortal Fledgling

    01-06-2010

    you speak form personal expersion ? ^_^ .... i know anything such as this to tho -smiles-

    danmartyjake1 commented on Immortal Fledgling

    12-28-2009

    This is an incredible write and the short length is an example of it's power! 10 from me!

    wamomo

    12/28/2009

    Thank you! So glad you liked it!..I felt iffy about this one at first...it was my first dark write ever and I had that strange, uneasy feeling of crossing over in to the unknown, mysterious places of darkness...kind of like I shouldn't be there but couldn't resist...hmmmm.

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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