Dark Poetry #4 |
The Final Crime |
prize Member
since 2008-11-21
Posts 116 |
The Final Crime Vicious, snoring, drooling Beast, Shhh – don’t wake his lumbering sleep! For immortal beings are his feast- He strengthens from their rotten meat. Alas! Hibernation no longer there- Gnashing teeth scream in his lair. Staring eyes and open ears, Poised to gorge on human despair. His power grows greater everyday- Takes captive prisoners in full dismay, A parasite feasting on moral decay, Suffering souls can’t scare Him away. Nasty Ogre craves more and more, Swallows the keys behind locked door- Hostages lie on Hell’s soiled floor, Empty – lifeless at the core. Spitting, grunting, hideous Swine, Nothing sacred – or divine. Captivity rules His castle of grime, His motive is death, the final crime. |
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Neala Member
since 1999-08-21
Posts 262Florida, USA |
I like the detail. Very nice!!! |
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prize Member
since 2008-11-21
Posts 116 |
Neala, Thank you...you think it is nice, huh? I appreciate your response and that you took the time to read it. The fact that I wrote this poem actually terrifies me - when I read it, the meaning for me is so powerful that it disgusts me. But that is a good thing, because I want to let the monster sleep...forever...then I will never fall victim to 'the final crime'. P |
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