Young or old it matters not,
When its done they will still rot,
Do not care from where they hail,
Now you ride on Satan's rail.
Sing a song that will never end,
Watch their body writhe and bend,
Twist the knife to see them jerk,
The reapers shadow now does lurk.
Stick a blade into their eye,
To watch the other as they die,
What hidden secrets does death hold?
What is it man should not be told?
As they enter the final door,
Watch til they sleep forevermore,
Try to see the other side,
Find the secrets they try to hide.
What you see, it makes no sense,
Why can't you catch a glimpse?
You'll find another to impale,
Cause now you ride on Satan's rail.
Author notes
Not my best work but all I could come up with. Had a great idea at start, but it left me about halfway through.
A contest entry
- Just Another Dark Contest by screamin2u.
440 points, ended February 28, 2007, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think?
Comments
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Dark
Dark write poet with great imagery. Satan rules . But I do love the dark writes. nice work and the rhyme was excellent.
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wonderfully dark
great thoughts put into this. best to you in the contest ~blessings always~ Trisha
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Great write
This is a great dark write, with evident flow and rythm. Keep up the good work and good luck in the contest.
-K8
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