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Open Poetry #49

The Claiming Hour

Redstart
Senior Member

since 2014-05-16

Posts 535

0 posted 2016-08-26 08:36 PM

Through malevolent-spirit light it came,
across the table, cold, and veiled in death.
Struck their ruby beats to iced quicksilver;
viced their chests to tight, short-sipping breath.

Mayhem danced as evil, mocking spectres
danced 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 them,
a hiss of putrid breath engulfed the mind.
Futile, endless screams pursued their choking,
as taloned fingers cast all hope behind.

Motionless, save grin, it callous' held them,
as helplessly they sank through shadowed feet.
Folding floors of souls consumed their being.
Room now empty.....claiming hour complete.

Lori Grosser Rhoden
Member Patricius

since 2009-10-10

Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere

1 posted 2016-08-26 09:06 PM

Wow! that was really good in a horrible chilling kind of way. ~L

JerryPat2
Member Laureate

since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

2 posted 2016-08-26 10:29 PM

I remember. It was my evil mother-in-laws' evil hex cast in my direction. And you told it well. Sorry, Redstart, if my comment is . . . er . . . somewhat lacking. Blame it on the cheap California burgundy!

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