Up above the wilting sky,
there lays an unfinished lullaby.
A place of faeries and honey dew bees,
isn't the place I'm letting you see.
This is a place of wilting flowers,
where a pernicious dark moth practice his powers.
The reflection in the crystal indigo water,
let's us see the queens' great power.
The black fumes in the misty air,
are seen throughout the kingdom's lair.
Wicked gods of the earth,
sets out to devour mothers' at birth.
A women trying hard to conceive,
and avoiding the folklore they were brought up to believe.
But as the time neared her child's birth,
Things went down into the mouth of the gods of the earth.
So this lullaby of a tragic tale,
got all women and babies down into the stomach of hell.
If this folklore or legend is true,
be careful, or they will be coming after you.
Author notes
Nothing not understandible. It's about a folklore that kills all mothers who are giving birth to a new baby. Both mother and child are eaten. This takes place in a kingdom where gods sacrifice mothers and children for thier pleasure. Hope you enjoy this piece.
Written August 12th, 2005
A contest entry
- a faded watercolor decay by Kansas June.
400 points, ended August 18, 2005, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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funky. nifty. i liked.
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oo, this is wonderful. You've got a perfect flow and great word choice. I love the story, and would hate to be pregnet right now, after reading your poem
and of course, isnt that the desired effect? to make others feel your words, to be swayed by your poetry? Great job, and good luck in the contest
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Very interesting... I like alot! keep it up
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