In the Dead of Night
When the world is sleeping
I watch and I wait
in the darkness creeping
No glyph or seal
will save you from me
nothing but your own strength
will stop your defeat
Your blood I will drink
your soul, devour
In you mind I slink
this is my hour
Your mind and your thoughts
are my free flowing home
Your dread coalescing
in every bone
You cannot run
you cannot hide
I am in front of you stealing
all your will and your power
I will steal I will kill
I will break and destroy
take your loved ones and your dearest
and swallow them all
Give unto me all that you know
and you may survive yet
though only I may know
so what will it be?
You may fight back
and maybe you'll live
but I can control you
and steal all your marrow
can you fight without strength
can you win without couurage
can you assault the ethereal
or are you a house built of sand
Gore and carnage is all you will find
your home deserted
and your friends in a line
what of these can you fight
The cadavers reeking
from their entrails spilt
and the mud thick with blood
from the veins that were ripped
The crows and ravens
feasting on flesh
of the ones you loved
and the ones you knew best
the horror of lost hope
and the pain of the dead
was your choice worth it
or would you rather have chosen
a bargain for you to live on in peace
for another's life
for their soul on which I'll feast
can you make that choice
All of those lives and your sanity intact
for the life of just one
who you will miss
what of this bargain
can you sacrifice another
to make this pact complete
will you give me their soul
for my Devilish Feast
In your most bitter hours
you will remember this day
and the bargain given
and the choice you made
A contest entry
- Hallow out your heart. by Nuclear.
2000 points, ended November 4, 2007, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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This is well done. Vivid enough, with some clever writing. I'm wondering where the rhyme scheme went after the third stanza, but thats only me being nitpickey.
Good Job
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couurage = courage
"The cadavers reeking
from their entrails spilt
and the mud thick with blood
from the veins that were ripped"
Very chilling, and I'm loving it.
The title fits perfectly, as well as this is mastered.
…Wow.
After reading every tantalizing bit, I am taken aback by your words.
The ending revealed a choice of life or death, but in a twisted way.
This is just simple genius.
I wish you the best of luck in my contest.


