With the wind howling against the cold night
Snow slashed the blackness as I grip my cloak tight
The echo of the screams i heard just before
Instilled fear in myself for the grisly encore
Slowly carving a path through the thicket of branches
Whilst above me the treetop canopy dances
Wide eyed i think i hear twigs softly snap
Thoughts spoken aloud driving myself mad
The journey i take is arduous and long
No company, no fanfare, nowhere i belong
A nomad, running scared, free from my past
Though out in this blizzard i am fading fast
The wind picked up and the snow fell heavy
His legs frozen blue, his walking unsteady
He falls and without making a sound
Collapses and crumples on the hard frozen ground
Hours pass long and the snow buries all
Concealing the revealing parts of his form
His eyes freezing shut and his mouth icy dry
Unknowingly sapped of his tragic short life
Standing up I look about in this mist
Shrouded, clouded what evil is this?
The echoes has dispersed upon the absence of breeze
None but myself alone in the bare winter trees
I hear laughter
It cannot be
There was only myself and the trees
I heard no footsteps or disturbing of leaves
The girl then appeared in her red winter dress
Beautiful, enticing, enthralling
Expressionless.
Her eyes like twin sapphires
Her hair like soft silk
Her skin milky white and her lips painted red
Painted like open wounds, freshly bled
I sensed her unease
I longed for this strange girl
I longed to appease
She fled from my voice
Words fell of deaf ears
Carried away by the sum of her fears
I chased and i ran and i fought and i followed
Lost deeper inside the cavernous wilds
The laughter arouse
A crescent of cruelty
Laughter and anger
Rage and hate
Fell upon me
The twisted trees fell upon the mans body
Wrapping him in the harsh tough embrace
Scratching, gouging, lacerating his face
Bleeding, dripping, screaming, thrashing
Fearful and delirious in the dread
Of the horrors of the nightmare
To which the girl had led
He fell, the branches grip lost
Tossed to the ground to smash upon the frost
His eyes streaming and his throat horse
He laughed as the night turned to day
Looked across the snow to where his body lay
Frozen and blue, fetal in the ice
His soul freed from the tragic demise
Looking up and seeing the first light of the day
The terror of dying slowly washed away
His tears forgotten and the girl in the dress
The saviour to souls of those lost in distress
Author notes
Hope thats ok. kind of on the spot. Not done anything like that beforwe either.
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Comments
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this is so deep and so dark that i loved it sin ce the first verse i read....
With the wind howling against the cold night
Snow slashed the blackness as I grip my cloak tight
The echo of the screams i heard just before
Instilled fear in myself for the grisly encore
Slowly carving a path through the thicket of branches
Whilst above me the treetop canopy dances
Wide eyed i think i hear twigs softly snap
Thoughts spoken aloud driving myself mad
though it was made on the spot but is a great piece
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Wide eyed i think i hear twigs softly snap
Thoughts spoken aloud driving myself mad
I feel that the rhyme in those two stanzas could be better. Also, if rhyme is your thing, you should be, I don't know what I'm trying to say, but you've used it in most of this poem, and then in the third stanza you just stop, and then pick it back up in the following stanza.
You're writing is very good, truly. It reminds me of many dark places I've let myself get lost in. But, no matter how long I dwell, I never seem to word it effectively. For that, I thank you, for allowing me to read such an amazing write.
Much love,
Jessica
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