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Swåmp¤Faerÿie Member
since 2000-03-29
Posts 358Illinois |
In the shadows of the night,she hears voices calling. They sound like the screams and moans of a person falling. Tonight she heard them too, & it's a grave point to rue, It's because of them she died, it's because of them she cried. This night she heard their mournful sound, & with her heartbeat,her head began to pound. By her bed she lit a candle, slipped her fingers through it's handle. She tread softly on the cold stone floor, turned to the side & opened her chamber door. She crept along the castle halls, and quietly followed the crying calls. Then she heard footsteps echo behind her, She had only terror,her terror was pure. She gasped and gazed behind & Look! a man in white!! He called her name,his voice echoed through the night. She turned and ran from the harm, straight into her father's arms. And in his arms she fainted, with death her face was tainted. So by the darkness she was taken, from the earth she was shaken. Oh,I loved her deeply,she was to be my wife. For her's I would gladly have given my life. And I was the man who stood behind her in white. I was dressed in bedclothes,i had been sleeping that night, when I heard the sound of pattering feet. I drew open my door & saw her image, neat. I followed, she heard I saw her head turn'd. I called her name I bear the blame. She could not see my face, & away from me she raced. But as for the haunting voices that dinned, they were only the wind.....................….. And there she weaves by night and day, a magic web of colours gay.~Tennyson |
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star 15 Junior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 26 |
hey loved the poem. Keep writing |
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songwater Junior Member
since 2000-04-02
Posts 32Marietta,Ga. |
Great poem Swampie... ? |
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childomine Senior Member
since 2000-01-25
Posts 818st. petersburg, FL |
Excellent poem. Eerily sad. ...Give me the strength to walk the soft earth, a relative to all that is.... Black Eagle Oglala Sioux holy man |
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John the cat Member
since 2000-03-23
Posts 357England |
Hauntingly beautiful. May your roof never fall in and those beneath it never fall out. Irish proverb. |
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twinsgd Member
since 2000-02-13
Posts 416Ontario,Canada |
Haunting and chilling Swamp Faeryie A good story, I liked this. |
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KimW Member
since 2000-03-04
Posts 268Medford, Oregon, USA |
This was haunting and I kept Interest from beginning to end. I LIKE the ending of this! Great story. Kim |
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Swåmp¤Faerÿie Member
since 2000-03-29
Posts 358Illinois |
Thanks =] i thought it would be interesting to write one of those sad "died of fright" stories,like we used to tell at sleep overs when we were kids =P Thanks for the encouragement guys!! «§wåmp¤Faêrÿiè» And there she weaves by night and day, a magic web of colours gay.~Tennyson |
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