The Jackal

by Chris W.   Oct 1, 2006


The Jackal comes,
blood lust on his lips.
He craves the dead,
our lives in his grips.

He\'s after our hearts,
he\'ll chew and swallow.
Blood pours from his mouth,
our lives will soon follow.

Death comes to those who wait,
He feels this. Eyes wide.
We try to run from our past,
but the truth we cannot hide.

The Jackal comes,
our souls in his grasp.
He\'ll take away our future,
by presenting our past.

Soon it is dark,
there will be no more light.
We find ourselves welcoming,
the Jackal and his plight.

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  • 16 years ago

    by NyellMoonlight

    Very interesting and creative, with vivid imagery.
    Keep up; 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Morggie

    So the Jackle is like bad carma?

    He'll take away our future,
    by presenting our past.

    We've done something horrible and by that we will pay, so death is our punishment? Cool..but I don't want to die =DD

    I still love your work, this one is definatly one of my all time favorites, and not just out of your poems but out of all the poems I have read.

  • 17 years ago

    by Silent Screams

    You really do have an amazing talent for writting dark poems..this is just another wonderful example of how good you are at writting them
    auna

  • 17 years ago

    by way2krazy

    Omg.....THATS SOOO SCARY..lol wow. you have talent

  • 17 years ago

    by Jubb Jubb

    Hey this poem kicks ass...
    i love it... i read your other poem it was ok...sadly it didn't kick ass!!!

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