Written By Lisa Morris
From the decaying stomach of darkness
From which that I now dwell
To the demons that arise before you
Deep inside we know so well
We stand alone in silence
Our footsteps on the shore
We await our day of reckoning
And knock at Hell's heart door
As I step across a silent grave
The raven mocks my every step
And speaks of spirits long ago
Are those that must be kept
Come out here all you people
Come out from underground
Can you see the spirits soar
They are flying all around
They move through your fragile mind
They know just what you fear
They move through your soul again
To let you know they're here
Now come forth and arise
Come out from your shallow grave
The life force you take from others
Is that in which you crave
From midnight till one
That is the witching hour
Witches and werewolves, and vampires
And all things of dark power
Author notes
One full moon and a witch too. DarkestAngel68
A contest entry
- For Those Who Love Their Darker Side by Werewolf Avarus.
600 points, ended July 13, 2007, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Dark (again) loss by Selene Tremere.
400 points, ended March 31, 2008, 19 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Very eerie indeed... great use of rhyme here to make the tone almost sound like a witches chant, maybe not intentional but it works well in this piece, nicely done.
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WoW on the poem! great!thank you really much for entering and best of luck!
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this poem was great...the rhyme and flow were spot on....and the poem itself was truly amazing...the mystery, the 'witching' hour...i loved it...a truly good write...good luck in my contest
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well written, and good imagery... good luck!
'wolf
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Witches do not need just the witchin hour
for they walk the earth today.
The spirits and ghosts most fear at night
are a wonderous sight for one like me.
To stand at Hells door, I am sorry to say,
is a pleasure I have seen.
Death can not claim, what has already been dead,
look in the mirror, search your soul,
then read your poem and see,
all the wonders you have painted here.
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I love this poem, midnight and witches and so forth. Very interesting to read. I've been working on a poem for a while about witches but haven't been able to finish it. Goodluck in the contest.
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