I lay upon the damp soil, shuddering,
Sinking into the icy surrender,
Deeper and deeper,
Colder and colder,
Weaker and weaker,
Through the mist I see a figure
The dark silhouette against the void
Like death she waits in shadow
I look upon the beauty only bleeding eyes can see,
And taste the salty air that only severed tongues can taste,
My angel gnashes through the mist,
A contest entry
- I WANT SOMETHING DARK AND SCARY AND FRIGHTENING by esroddo.
475 points, ended September 29, 2007, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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very impressive, it's one of those things that make you think.... i really like it.
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Wonderful dark write
I enjoyed these lines;
"Through the mist I see a figure
The dark silhouette against the void
Like death she waits in shadow"
Thank you for entering and good luck
LISA
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Wow, great take on the pic, different dark and cool! Best of luck!
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I love your imagery. I wonder what your thoughts are behind this poem. Good write. -deep one
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