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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October 24, 2016
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Impresionable are
...are those little fellas! A fairytale well proclaimed here "P" Thanks for sharing.

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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