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The Claiming Hour
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The Claiming Hour |
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Redstart Senior Member
since 2014-05-16
Posts 535 |
Through malevolent-spirit light it came Across the table, cold, and veiled in death Struck his ruby beat to iced quicksilver Viced his chest to tight, short-sipping breath Mayhem danced as evil, mocking spectres Turned a torturing maypole, hand-in-hand Ropes and arms became vile serpents writhing Then vanished as it growled its dark command Alone, with every fear that ever touched him The hiss of putrid breath engulfed his mind A soundless, futile scream engaged his choking As taloned fingers cast all hope behind Motionless, save grin, it callous' held him As helplessly he sank through shadowed feet Folding floors of souls consumed his being Room now empty.......claiming hour complete |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Yow, Redstart! I don't claim to know what the malevolent spirit is, or why it is claiming him, but I was certainly hit in the solar plexus at the power and beauty of this. Owl |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
i could hear someone like Vincent Price reading this aloud.. fine piece of writing my friend  |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
A riveting, stirring piece; the visuals bring much emotion... Enjoyed your strong voice Misc |
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