Superstition

7 04 2012

Out in the darkness

Lurking on a hill

Resides one who

Scares hearts still

 

His lengthened fangs

Gleam bright white

While razor sharp claws

Reflect the moonlight

 

His soul is poison

Many claim as fact

And every body shivers

At the sight of his coat, black

 

Yellow eyes pierce the night

As he surveys his domain

The terror that he spreads

No one dares to name

 

Every evil’s caused by him

He breeds chaos and fear

Children scream and women faint

Whenever he is near

 

Yet superstition grabs the mind

And turns wise thought abstract

While some might see a horrid beast

Tis only a black cat

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