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The Bargain

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

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  • The Tower
    October 20, 2007

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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


  • Nuclear
    October 16, 2007

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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.