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A tale of the macabre
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A tale of the macabre |
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TheAnonDavid Member
since 2008-08-28
Posts 237UK 
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Hung from the oak, his neck was broke; The bough fair creaked and groaned As there he hung and twirled and swung Yet still he sighed and moaned. Come draw you near, come let us hear His tortured rasping breath; The air is still, the day is chill, A perfect day for death. His twisted head, his eyes of red Fix on your fear-struck face; You want to flee so desp'rately That God-forsaken place. He knows he'll dwell in darkest Hell; No hope and no parole Will ever be, as constantly The devil rends his soul. Yet still he moans and still he groans Through lips both swelled and dried; You hope he says sweet words of praise So sins are purified. At last you hear his words so clear, "I killed my virgin bride." He chokes and rasps - such painful gasps You'd swear that he had died. "She was as fair as springtime air With summer scented skin. I took the life of my sweet wife To rescue her from sin." From all around there is no sound You tremble all alone. You catch his eye, you pray he'll die - This stranger all unknown. "I've thrown the dice and paid the price But you have got a chance. Just show you care and say a prayer Or on a rope you'll dance." Out loud he cries before he dies And now you have to flee. You run away, you need to pray Far from the gallows tree. You do not hear, so can not fear His final laboured breath; The air is still, the day is chill, A perfect day for death. |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Macabre as it is indeed, this is masterfully written. Joyce |
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Bonnie j Senior Member
since 2003-06-27
Posts 1588Ohio |
AHhhhhh! Vincent Price(the actor) would read this well. With voice so low with a chilling smile upon his lips he would cast his spell as he read the words of the macabre. Yes indeedy a job well done. Hugs BonBon  |
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LindsayP Member Elite
since 2007-07-28
Posts 3410Australia, Victoria |
Although it does sound a bit grim it is written by the hand of a true poet. your Rhyming and rhythm is absolutely spot on. Very much enjoyed my friend. Lindsay |
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TheAnonDavid Member
since 2008-08-28
Posts 237UK |
Thank you all for your kind comments; I hope my grisly tale brought no nightmares  |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
As macabre as this was, there was a gentle beauty shining through it - and it was more than a straight-forward "moral lesson learnt". What really struck me was the compassion of the poet in the description of the horror. - Owl |
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TheAnonDavid Member
since 2008-08-28
Posts 237UK |
Thank you, Owl, your encouragement is welcomed and appreciated. |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I really like this and am on my way to read your other poems. The flow is great and the story kept me mesmerized. Great job. A |
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