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Library of existance

We're lost in tumult of mixed beliefs by,
fairytales and urban legendes unfold.
Despite every denial and every lie,
we will meet them at the end of the world.

Gypsy witches withered in the cursed flame,
surrendering into mortal accusal.
Werewolves watch the full moon with perfect aim,
hiding in the mists as a deviant mammal.

Vampires dwell the twilight with fanged teeth,
feeding the bane of their immortal plague.
Mermaids watching the world ocean-eyed with,
a beautiful curse rested in their ache.

Dark elves danced on the pale pixie dust,
in the forest of sweetened greenery.
Zombies of tortured souls resurrected,
assembled in cremated sorcery.

Separating our vestal sanctuary,
from an underworld of denied presence.
Portrayed as an infernal augury,
in a vast library of existance.

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  • Morrigan Trinity
    December 31, 2007
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    Great write! I love the imagry and the darkness. It may be strange, but I believe in the existance of all of these beasts. Can anyone afford not to? I absolutely love the last stanza.
    "Separating our vestal sanctuary,
    from an underworld of denied presence."


  • MissStranger
    November 7, 2007

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    I loooooove your style!!! this poem is remarcable!the title is extremely original and the word-combinations are very challanging!words are pretty dreadful weapons in your hands! well done(again)!keep up!looking forward to read more from you!


  • Little Eagle Greeters member
    November 3, 2007

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    Thanks for your entry

    Well this was very well written. Nice word usage, not your run of the mill spooky tale with generic words. Nice flow and structure. Thanks for sharing.


    Happy Halloween
    Tammy


  • Angel Full Of Hurt
    October 30, 2007

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    Splendid!

    Wow you wrote really well, this poem is a great piece..long it's okay...i like it....

    Gypsy witches withered in the cursed flame,
    surrendering into mortal accusal.
    Werewolves watch the full moon with perfect aim,
    hiding in the mists as a deviant mammal.

    Vampires dwell the twilight with fanged teeth,
    feeding the bane of their immortal plague.
    Mermaids watching the world ocean-eyed with,
    a beautiful curse rested in their ache.

    here the descriptions, images and really nicely-flavoured words are really tremendous to me.


    Dark elves danced on the pale pixie dust,
    in the forest of sweetened greenery.
    Zombies of tortured souls resurrected,
    assembled in cremated sorcery.

    wow this part is fabulous!
    Keep this up...
    crazy good poem!