Phil Roberts

YOUNG LOVE: THE DEATH OF INNOCENTS

I am 64 and loves cats, rock music, and horror fiction and poetry






Pale-faced monsters lurch
Through dark and sinister streets,
Hunting living prey
Hoping unwary lovers,
Will be out late in the night.

Seeking human food,
Hungry scavengers hunting,
Through dark alleyways
Stumble on lost innocents;
Living in a cardboard home.

Hunting human food
Red-eyed monsters are lurching,
Down darkened streets
Following young innocents,
Unaware of danger near.

Shadowy figures
Creeping through a lonely room.
Red eyes filled with lust
The sweet smell of death on pursed lips,
Innocents about to die.

Pale-faced strangers hunt
Through the dark and lonely night,
Creeping stealthily
Toward their intended prey:
Young lovers about to die.

THE END
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Melbourne, Victoria, Australia

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