In the dark illusion of night
the screams howl through the halls
as the world bereft now falls,
ripped from the fabric of fright.
The wanderer travels in a time machine
an oddity, the last of his kind.
His world long dead, plagues his mind,
it seeps into his soul, like caffeine...
Thoughts wage wars of terrible cost,
though our dear wanderer is long lost...
A contest entry
- IT'S A QUICKIE! 10/10/24 by HarvesterOfHearts.
400 points, ended October 1, 2007, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Let me know How this makes you feel, what do you think?
Comments
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i really like this poem!
it makes me think of Dr. Who. who is amazing. but i lie Daleks better.
anyways moving on to your wonderful poem. i liked it's contemprorary stance. and the fact that i got an image right away. that is amazing. good job
good luck
~theharvester <--- would kill someone to be a dalek
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This piece poetically illustrates an etheral wandering for solutions in an other time.
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You have a superb flow of words going here and the rhyming scheme is just spot on poet. Good luck in the contest.
Midnight Lace
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