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Purgas Grove |
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ngaiobeck Junior Member
since 2010-09-30
Posts 11Auberge France |
As the mists and the damp of early November Hid the whiapering woods of the Sangamon tree The smoldering fires and all I remember Was the curse of this land that still haunted me Just at dusk as I moved through the shadows Fear and my guilt caused unbearable pain Your voice in this place is now just a whisper Without any shape any form would sustain The priests long ago I remember they told us Stay far from this woodland,wait until dawn When the darkness and all of its'voices have scattered When the masters of death they have finally gone The Ferial days,we knew they were narrow Soon the things of the dark will be here,will be born The house of the moon now is cold,now is empty Prayer and my faith they surely will scorn Alone in this grove in sorrow I've wandered To hear your voice once again from the trees Your fragrance mixed with the Nightshade meanders Your scent I can feel as a stench on the breeze It taunts me with whispers,it's part of the madness The screams and the cries plead aloud from the cove You're gone now,in torment my soul still remembers The demons(their dwellings),at dark Purgas Cove |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
haunting imagery! Well done. ebm |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
I can sense a flavor of Poe in this writing..extremely well done. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Welcome to the blue pages!! I really look forward to reading more of your word. This was a fine piece of art work. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...James |
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