Here are some of Ray's poems.. Hope you enjoy them as much as I do..

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Good-bye

Something's wrong...
Dont know what it is.
Was it me? you? what?
What we had was great
until it was ate
by our pain

Why did you go,
you left me
with nothing
but memories.
I'm so lonely
without you

I may just join you
deep in that black abyss
that you threw yourself into.
It'd be nice to have no pain.
I think I'll just say
good-bye to all you now.

by Ray

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Untitled so far..

As I stalk through the woods;
woods dark by day, darker still by night,
I feel the fear; and respect.
The deer fall silent as I pass.
Thinking I wont notice them.
I'm gone and my ears tell me they think I hadn't noticed.
"He's gone; we must not have been noticed," One deer went on.
Their voices faded away as I continued my journey.
I shake my head and chuckle softly, thinking of stupidity.
"They'll never learn. Foolish creatures."
Not named Shadow Stalker for nothing.
See all. Hear all.
No on escapes my attention.
something new hits my nose.
Fresh blood.
"Someone dares to poach my lands," I mutter.
My hackles rise and i pick up the pace.
A scream pierces the quiet of my forest.
Its nearby and know that its a deer again.
"Im coming," I whisper.
Sconds fly by and I come into a clearing.
A scene of horror.
The Wolf Of Night was finishing up; killing MY deer.
"What do you think youre doing?" I growl.
"No one may harm my creatures"
The Wolf turned around and glared at me with his yellow eyes.
Yellow eyes match each other.
"Old wolf, what can you do?
Im here for you." he growled.
the wolf had been my enemy for ages.
"Think again, pup, for no more shall we meet."
Brave words may i speak, but I know this is it.
The day would end for one of us, and life for the other.
"You care too much for your damned deer" he crowed.
"Foolish they may be, my duty to protect nonetheless."
The Wolf of Night leapt for my throat.
Fought back and hours went by with us locked,
locked together in struggle.
Two wolves in combat for not only their lives,
but lives of all the forest dwellers.
WEary with exhaustion I am. Oh so weary.
So evenly fough, like many a time before.
Death will come for us all; even for me.
But not now. He comes in for the death strike,
'Twas the moment i needed, and blocking with my left,
I strike with my right, and ripout his throat.
Watch him without mercy, spilling out his lifeblood.
"It's done" I speak in the ancient tongue of wolves.
Turning around, I notice presences in the shadow
. "Foolish animals, leave here now!!"
I halfheartedly chase them for a bit.
Never learn; those deer.
Wont ever actually hurt them or any other creature in my domain;
not once in my long life.
but I dont care now. Just want to rest.
I fade back into the forest and disappear.

by Ray Thompson

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