Open Poetry #12 |
The End |
Embers_Before_God Member
since 2001-03-06
Posts 101USA |
Does evil bloom at night, under fog covered skies, without sun, without light, like hollow thoughts in empty heads? Clinched fist turned blood stained hand, darkness creeping inside eyes; is it ruse or menacing guise? Mashed teeth spill not the blood of minced words. Power lies in sinner’s grin and virulence shall begin as ungentle beasts cry, for evil tells nary a lie except when patience wears thin. Witches dwell in the souls, hidden in the trees. Bony arm branches, Knots(warts) following fear along path riddled with thorns, mimicking devil horns, rendering passage unclear. Heed warnings of full moon if you wish to return soon, as death can be read from upturned palm, and nothing can be said when fallen leaf covers your wound, and, you, on dampened pine needles lie, blood oozing from your eye. Weary the petals of the reaper, faithful nighttime keeper of souls begotten by sin. Pass quickly on the route, for you shall be sought out, and to your grave he will send, where fire will blaze upon your death stone, simply engraving the end. Dance with me under the moon. Touch my pale skin. Devour me. Love me. |
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thecraig Member
since 2001-03-11
Posts 223 |
Truly horrific puts me off running into tree's with my arms behind my back & my eye's wide open. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
My goodness but you sure know how to tell a bedtime story, I shall just go get my munchies, fuzzy slippers, a baseball bat, and hold myself in a ball waiting for the boogie man, thanks a lot! Actually you know you be the "Master of Dark", and this was your usual great spine chiller. ooga booga! Scarry A+ |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Well you sure painted a lot of evil scenes in a few stanzas...I just have to say to you ....have a nice day....because I really mean it!! Great writing! The poet is like a cocoon; in him the caterpillar of the past finds rest, and from him the butterfly of the future emerges. |
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kismetkelsey Junior Member
since 2001-03-12
Posts 32Canada |
Love the dark ones you write!Always leave me with big ol' goosebumps!!Ominous!But fascinating!Excellent. |
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