Weaving like a shadow amidst the trees,
desiring to possess all that it sees.
Hurt not by blade nor spell,
reducing you to an empty shell.
Soul Stealer.
Soul Stealer.
Stealing your soul right in front of your eyes.
Making you bitter and full of lies.
Touching your skin like a chill in the wind,
counting every moment, every time that you sinned.
Soul Hater.
Soul Hater.
Hating your soul because it hasn't its own,
with eyes that pierce mind, flesh, and bone.
Now you face the doom...
That your body is a tomb.
A contest entry
- Bloody Thoughts by SpiritDarkmaiden.
1200 points, ended June 29, 2008, 27 entries
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Reminds me of the unresting spirit of dead, unrequitted love that haunts the abandoned house that is the empty heart of the unwanted and abandoned.
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Incredible! When I read this piece it flowed nicely and created a sort of song, not sure if that's what you intended. The words are dark and haunting, I loved it. Thanks for entering and good luck.
Bloody wishes
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I have read this twice. I love it. I think it oozes atmosphere. It is dark, very dark. Your imagery is superb too. I found this piece very cold too. Cold in the way the stanzas and the words are formed.
This again, enhances the poem to another level. A great amount of skill and talent has gone into writing this. I am very very impressed. Keep writing my friend. You have a talent for sure.
With
Dark
Wishes
Wayne Leon
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Thank you
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great piece
definately a song here, like this one.
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