A Poem by Profanisaurus


Author: Profanisaurus
Created: October 23, 2016 at 08:25 pm
Upload Type: Poem, G (All)  
Category: General/Other | General/Other | General/Other
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481. The Dance Of The Imps

In the forest clearing at midnight


the imps do their unholy dance


illuminated only by the light of a firefly


while the others hide in the leaves of the woods


 


Their hair wings are leathery and dark


but not as much as their hair


as it swirls round their naked bodies


covering them from prying eyes


 


Their gyrations are watched by their offspring


as they hang back by the trees


it is not their turn to join in yet


as they are too young and weak


 


The ritual will be completed by sunrise


when they will return to their cave


waiting for the new moon to come round again


so they can recast their foul spells



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kitty
October 24, 2016
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Impresionable are
...are those little fellas! A fairytale well proclaimed here "P" Thanks for sharing.
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(Author)
Thanks for your comment.  This piece was written for a contest 

 Profanisaurus replied on October 24, 2016


Did you do well?


 kitty replied on October 24, 2016




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