This Poem was Submitted By: Dianna Recod Woodhams On Date: 2001-07-07 00:28:47 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Misty tendrils rise from water, Grey and purple shadows deep. Red sky like a bloody slaughter Hide the bayou, secrets keep. Creeping fog grips Spanish mosses Hanging from dark cypress trees. Woefully frogs croak their losses. No one hears and no one sees. ‘Neath murky depths of brackish black Hidden horrors wait the fool. Brutal, vicious, cruel attack; Life is sucked beneath the pool. Thrashing, turning, rolling under; Death’s cold grip is holding tight. Water churning sounds like thunder. Life is fading with the light. Slowly savor the victory With constant smile, sweet content. The Bayou’s King in majesty Rules and reigns without lament.

Copyright © July 2001 Dianna Recod Woodhams

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