I'll look into it rex, I'm a poet myself. Here's a sample:
"How to dissect a lycanthrope"
by Faythcatcher
Broken, confused, bloody: your hands strafe carefully
over what seems to be a triple helix of DNA
wrapped in an enigma of wires & stolen parts
The telephone rings & the heart jumps
you pick up the receiver to hear
the madman on the other line counting bodies
And you want nothing more than to be sleeping soundly
wrapped in covers underneath the pale moonlight
which holds sway over everything in the night
because it hangs there like white warnings
telling you that under its eye nothing is safe
And no silver will save you this time
We've tapped all the resources
You're going to have to figure this one out
There's no one to protect you from
Broken, confused, bloody: your hands move carefully
next to the ribs of an immortal body
One that breathes, in & out
Waiting for you to make the wrong move.
Not my best, but not my worst. ^^;; What do you think?
