come...
take my hand as we wander
through tombstone thoughts of ancient decay
and visceral moments of skeletal fancy
take these dead flower memories
and cast them about like crematoria ash
amid the charnal pits surrounding this life
and dance with hell-fire intent
following a conga line of the damned
into perdition
will you follow your instincts and flee this madness?
or will you linger a while in this midnight garden
of bone and gnarled branches
that beckon and cajole you
welcome to this living nightmare
where feral dreams attack and eviscerate
your every thought
until all that's left
is here
in this place
in my mind
here....
can you hear the screams yet?
wait a moment
it will only be a matter of time...
Author notes
Option 3: Dark or Horror writes.
A contest entry
- Take up your Quill and Pen me a Masterpiece by Lord Merlynn.
800 points, ended June 27, 2007, 10 entries
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Comments
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intense imagery. Wicked descriptions. I love the word eviscerate. Well done and best of luck in the contest.
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