Thirteen swings; the pendulum blade
Blistering stings the irons made
Razor steel; encroaches my face
The rats squeal, infesting this place
Ear piercing rings never to fade
Thirteen swings; the pendulum blade
Condemned as a whore, pending gloom
Chained to the floor, a cold dark room
Gnawing pains and I clench my fists
Iron chains, dig into my wrists
Thirteen swings; the pendulum blade
On Satan’s wings, price to be paid
Panic sets in, next swinging stroke
The demons grin at Satan’s joke
Demented kings; I’m so afraid
Thirteen swings; the pendulum blade




Fortunately, I don't suffer from triskaidekaphobia - although, as for other phobias, walking under ladders just seems nonsensical to me.
I've had black cats several times, which always made the kids avoid my threshold, come Halloween.
Ahhh, the revolution and the guillotine. Have you ever seen the movie made from Poe's story, "The Pit and the Pendulum", with Vincent Price? You'd love it, considering the content and tone of this piece, Amera. Thank you for chilling me to my bones...
Errr...I mean, for entering this much-honored piece in my contest. Each one deserved, of course. Good luck.





















































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