Preparations (Unfinished)

I glance away as I see him in preparation,

He looks my way and glares at me, wry,

Sharpening his blades in sly anticipation,

I shiver and shake as I hear this one lie.

Knife against whetstone, sounding dread,

I watch him wipe the sweat from his head,

Fear races violently through my veins,

As though it were a few speeding trains.

Author's Note

I'm not that good with rhyming poetry, so here is one of the few poems I have done that way. Unfortunately I have yet to finish this, it's in the early stages of production. :P

Reviews

[Valentine]

Most on here never studied writing. I just write, rhyme or free verse, is not important to me. The value is in the meaning of the words. Valentine

[Lovecraft]

I prefer free-verse, it's just more my style.