The buck boy By Jake Moyer The Destroyer of men drew near His presence injected fear The skull of a buck encased his head Eyes, black, and deep within, red He stood eight feet tall He towered above almost all Wherever he walked, no sound was made Except from the crackling his whip made The fog follows him, and clinges to him All over his body, yes, every limb Preying not for food not for souls Not even for the slightest of tolls He hunts to make you his friend To make you a buck boy like him Watch out for his horns which will wear you thin. Then he will watch you turn, from the beginning, till the very end.....
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 09:16:58 +0000
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