This is one for the painting "Bouquet of flame in night"
I slip, drowning, pulled ever lower down
To a dreamscape, no longer bound by reality
I am quandary incarnate, the fool who wears the crown
Caught in limbo where light and dark exist in duality
At the entrance of the souls tortured gate
The world I behold weeps of lament
Tears of blood fall from a lighting cursed sky
Lakes of excrement and bodies of the dead ferment
As poisonous mist spews forth tainting the sky with it's sickly dye
The Air itself heavy with intoxicating hate
I stand on a path of sickly sand
A road not forked, of one way to my doom
Of this I'm certain, It's presence exhilarating and grand
Like the grinning face of the lunatic moon
As it's eye injects me with a violent fate
Erupting with incandescent sky fallen shards
The hellish dome shatters with cosmic force
As deceitful winds howl false hymns like immortal bards
Who wail tearful dirges filled with remorse
Of chances not taken, of bliss to late
A contest entry
- I myself am Heaven and Hell by Aesthete.
1000 points, ended October 5, 2007, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Dark Poetry! by BeautifullyBroken42.
300 points, ended May 6, 2008, 36 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Raven Song by Shya.
700 points, ended October 19, 2008, 22 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is... amazing. astounding. The imagery was shocking, seriously, this has awesomely descriptive imagery. "Erupting with incandescent sky fallen shards" wow. Thanks for entering! shya

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Strong, confident, and vivid poetry.

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This is excellent.
Great word choice and visual imagery. It has an interesting rhyme scheme. One that I'm not familiar with. This is DAMN good poetry. Thanks for the share. (one typo) line 8 lightning -
Thats quite a take on the painting. Some rather interesting lines to be sure. Imagery abounds and with the darkness prevailing, how can I not appreciate this? Thanks much for entering.




