7/24/2019 VIXANA by the Performance Poets
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VIXANA
Take a stride closer
What can you hear?
A menacing cackle;
An ear piercing scream
From an old, decaying soul.
Take a stride closer
What can you feel?
Sadness lling your soul;
our heart melting from deathly sounds
Filling your ears.
!unger gro"ing for #lood.
A "icked old "itch "ith #lack hair.
Wickedly yello" eyes, lurking in the night.
$ may look like a mouldy old hag #ut $ am not;$ am a "itch.
%y &ictims surge "ith pain; $ feed o' their fear.
$ let out my most sinister cackle yet
(ut my ne)t &ictim could #e my mortal enemy.
The fa#led %oorman.
Sticking to the path.
$*m trapped in the eerie depths.
$ am da+ed; $ lose my path.
What is happening?
(ut "ait.
There*s a &oice.
A scream.
A call.
$ really don*t kno" #ut $ follo" it.
Then tragedy strikes
$ fall.
ou take your last #reath
As the #og takes your life and hear a maniac laugh
ou start to see light as you try to ght
The last you sa" "as the "inding pathSome thought they "ere
#ra&e enough
h, ho" they "ere "rong
When they heard the a"ful cackling echo
&er the desolate "asteland of -artmoor.
i&ing in a ca&e,
/i)ana screamed death.
(ats surrounding her; lightning 0ashing across the moors.
Screams deafen your ears.
-o you think you "ill e&er see daylight again?%ay#e you "ill
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%ay#e you "on*t.
Take a step into -artmoor
ou "ill #e as dead as
A #lack spirit haunting people.
r may#e,
The #lack spirits
are haunting
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