Shall I run from the noose about my neck?
That the Hangman so lovingly drapes over my Ashen flesh,
Burns felt as the knots in my stomach tighten,
Awaiting the trap door beneath my knee's to drop,
To dangle lifeless without the Executioner's lustful grin,
My breath fails to excite me as my eye's roll back,
In ecstasy of the Admirer's who paid well the bounty upon my head,
Bound for greatness at the feet of Death himself,
His scythe ready to sever my bond's upon this plane I no longer exist,
Nothing but a spectacle to scar my mortal coil,
Lest I kneel no more and am taken to the other side,
Circulated by the blood restrained that once gave me life,
My life given freely to He whom hold's the suspension of my belief,
MASTER!
A contest entry
- Adults only (sorry! haven't had one of these for a while now) by Tattboyspet.
800 points, ended October 30, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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i like
picture great poem excellent
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Whoa
Had to read this one a couple of times....amazing visuals!
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I enjoyed this piece and this line:
"Bound for greatness at the feet of Death himself,"
really stuck out well in my mind.
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your different perspective on the picture and the way you penned it in this piece is really interesting.
very very nice write
~rana~
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Yes, that one word summarized it perfectly. Master, it is all that matters. Different take and well written too.
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Different take on the pic - well done !
thank you for your entry
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This is great, and one can feel the rope and heart felt fellings here. Master, the only thing that truly matters.
Riftkin
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