Snow White And The Big Bad
Poetry by William E. Pratt
Thursday, August 9, 2012
I lurk in the shadows and prowl the streets.
Undead childe. Creature of the nite.
Hypnotic eyes and skin pale white.
A distorted reflection of what used to be me.
A walking unliving corpse for all the world to see.
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