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Wildcats Moore
“Only a little while ago
I saw a man walking.”
The man said with a low breath
To the little kids
“When a young man was walking
Just trotting along in his tapping shoes
This man seemed to be a little fool
But deep inside he was a great tool
For mischief and murder.”
The children gasp at the very words
Their minds reel with excitement
As the man continues to read
While getting close and closer
To his little assignment
“As he walked the sound of his shoes
Tattered on the ground
While his heart beats
Like a sighing drum”
The kids giggle
To themselves
With little hope of tomorrow
Because at the end of this story
Their laughter will be their sorrow.
“The man looks at a school
Thinking to himself, he notices something
A person walking toward their car
His eyes widen with glee
As he decides to take her fear”
How can he take his fear?
A child interrupted
The man paused without saying a word
Then he continued his little tale.
“He approached the women with wide eyes
His heart pounds
With a silent sound
He hid behind car
Awaiting his chance to strike
When his opportunity came
He lashed out and grabbed her
While pulling out a knife
He slashed her throat without any hesitation
Just a smile, a grin, of salvation
He watched her body hit the ground
Without any life
Just an empty shell
Like the heart of
Wildcats Moore”
The children fall over
Laughing at the name
They suppose he made up
Wildcats was a funny name to the children
But to him it was only a mission
He continues his story
With a voice of transition
“While watching the lifeless corpse
he gets a sudden idea
an idea to act as a teacher
to claims those very near
so he walked into the school
with a smile and a glare
he acted as a sub for the class
despite he is already there”
the eyes of the children
get low with the sign of fear
as the man said with a sudden cheer
“To take one’s fear is to live with doubt
but to disgrace one’s name
is a life you can live without
and as these words pierce your ears
remember that this is the end of your session
and my very mission
that will become a sign of a legend
in the eyes of the pathetic
and the ridiculed
or in a glimpse in the past
With a painful stab
just before your lives leaves you body
with a harmful tune”
The man then pulls out a knife with dried blood on it
The children laugh and watch in smirks and smiles
He smiled back at the kids with eyes of score
Because in his mind he is Wildcats Moore
- by Quest Doctor |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/02/2008 |
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- Title: Wildcats Moore
- Artist: Quest Doctor
- Description: This was a halloween poem, I wrote when I was a Freshman in high school. I hope everyone enjoys it. Also, if you leave comments please be nice.
- Date: 10/02/2008
- Tags: wildcats moore
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Comments (5 Comments)
- Young_ for _G 45 - 01/27/2009
- damn this the s**t right here love it and like it can make the story countioune please! I really do want to know the rest
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- Quest Doctor - 12/02/2008
- thanx for the comments
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- xxNeverForeverxx - 11/25/2008
- cool!
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- Holder Of Your Heart - 11/09/2008
- wow, this isn't a poem...its a story, and a good one at that.
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- Tough_Baby_Gurl - 10/02/2008
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Brilliant.
I like it very much. - Report As Spam