Roses are red
Or so they once said
But no color has meaning
in the land of the dead
Where the wine is tasteless
And no song is sung
As the mother laughs
When her child is hung
And the blood drips down
The black blade of sorrow
You wait in the dark
For a non-existent tomorrow
And your sins fill your lungs
To bathe you in despair
Bringing back hellish times
You had forgotten were there
Eternal Anguish Be yours
in this land of the dead
With a rose to remind you
of the life you once lead
A contest entry
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450 points, ended September 11, 2007, 28 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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WOW! This is Awesome! The imagery was soooo vivid and I could feel it. Amazing piece. Great title too...
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Thanks for your comments, and corrections
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hey this is good, really nice, just one thing, "You had forgotten where there" i suppose you mean "were" not "where" ?
excluding that it is wonderful!
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amazing...
it's really gooood.
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