watch as her body sways
with the music too loud to understand
eyes gleaming not seeing
a devilish grin revels fangs
enjoying herself for now
for last nights dreams
bring the same terriable screams
images of death it seems
thinking its hopeless to get free now
her mind slightly twisted
forever tainted
from images of horroriable things
from the past
but for now watch her body twist and turn
this the dance of the Twisted One.
How she bares her soul for the world to see.
A contest entry
- Im not sober all the time by ProvehitoInAltum.
400 points, ended November 7, 2007, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - what's the point of digging countless graves, when there's no one left to fill this countless graves? by Aroarathebloody.
1000 points, ended November 10, 2007, 21 entries
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Comments
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This si very nice.
I like how you related dance to her emotion.
I love it.
Great job
Good luc
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