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Ravings of a Rabid Werewolf - Poetry by Wolf - 16. Ghoulish Delight
A cool slime runs through my fingers,
As I deal with my next victim.
At times, it almost seems cruel,
The way I gut one after another without feeling;
Laughing in ghoulish delight as they fall before me.
I reach for my kit of torture implements,
Looking from blade to blade as I make my choice.
Picking up my favorite blade first, I start to cut;
Removing bits of flesh here and there,
While I hold my latest victim in place.
The mutilations I’ve caused begin to take shape
And have their desired effect as an image begins to form;
To let others who find this know I’ve been here.
With a final deranged laugh, I look at my handy work,
As one more carving comes to life,
On the body of a defenseless pumpkin.
Happy Halloween to all
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