"dark" you say
in a whispered tone
as black as soot
on a childs face
as rotten tones
eats the child away
death does linger
but points the finger
as blackness swallows
to the deathly hollows
walking the void,
paranormal sweeps at your face
making everything
a blackened race
the nightly waves come crashing down
they are to scilent to be found
but who are they to say such things
that they are shadows with a shady ring
the sword sweeps the plain
looking in angst, looking in pain
seeing everything, with a watchfull eye
but nothing can seem to suprise
the suspence is killing me
more then his sword
"the words he spoke
he speakes no more"
A contest entry
- Dark like my soul by screamin2u.
525 points, ended September 29, 2007, 9 entries
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Comments
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Great write! Dark piece, just like I wanted. Good, smooth flow to it. I really liked the end, but the begining was a really good way of starting it. Good luck in the contest!
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