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Sapient-Butterfly — Possession
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Published: 2008-04-07 16:49:29 +0000 UTC; Views: 1064; Favourites: 19; Downloads: 20
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Feel me first, a whisper against your mind,Probing fingers that seek to entwine.
Hold my gaze, let me drag you down
Into the abyss, ‘Now you are mine.’
Look again with unseeing eyes
As an icy fear settles inside.
Feel me crawl beneath your skin
Imprisoned within, no place to hide.
Your body is a vessel for my presence,
Your sight and touch, soul and essence.
Bow your will to my control
And I’ll take you on this dark descent.
Move in shadows to breed surprise,
One single strike and no reprise.
Watch it bleed, feel it convulse
Another soul to meet their demise.
Your own shrieks echo within your ears
To mirror your victims screams and tears.
Now truly mine with which to play
I will make you live your greatest fears.
In time I will leave you, like a wind from the grave
Your soul then grown too black to save.
I search again for a vessel to suit
Another just as true and brave.
Left with years to wallow in your pain
To wash the blood from your hands in vain.
My damage is stark and I can ensure
That no shred of your life will you ever regain.
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Comments: 14
this is great work! i cant remember the last time i read a poem that rhymes that was as good as this.. *applause*
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Thank you 
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Mah pleasure. 
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Haha that makes me even more glad to hear.
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Thank you, and for the fave too sweetie
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you are very welcome deary.
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lol once it hit the 4th stanza the meter finally became set 
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A lot of feeling and imagery went into this! Great job!
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"Hold my gaze, let me drag your down" In that line, I personally think the word 'your' would make more sense being 'you'
Other than that, I like the work. =]
nice job.
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This poem is absolutely amazing.
I couldn’t begin to tell you how much I love your work.
Admittedly the rhyming scheme threw me off for a while. But after realizing what you were doing I worked with it, and reread and it was that much better.
Your first stanza is probably the most awkward, the lines seem very forced and choppy.
Your forth stanza is possibly my favorite. Its beautiful and dangerous and on the verge of being corny: poetic.
However on that note, your fifth stanza while, again, very well written: is not my favorite because somehow it just doesn’t make sense in my ears.
I very much love the last stanza, especially the lines:
“Left with years to wallow in your pain/to wash the blood from your hands in vain”
Reminds me of Shakespeare
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