My sharpened scythe
will slice your soul.
Death lurks
within my hollow eyes.
Globs of still warm blood
flow to the ground.
All around.
It's only a matter of time
before I pierce your mind.
I've no heart within.
No more flesh to hear your shrieks.
I'm getting closer,
grinning greedily in these ghostly garbs.
Times of remorseless servitude.
The end of life's interlude.
My work is never done,
and today's your final one!
Author notes
Picture #2
A contest entry
- Imagery -Picture Prompt by Swintha.
390 points, ended December 20, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Hmm, this poem was much better the second time I read it. And in my comment below i was meant to say SHOWED not should...Sorry! My bad. Once again, thanks so much for your entry! It is a pleasent read.
-Swintha -
"Times of remorseless servitude.
Join life's final interlude." This should nice rhyming. Not alot of imagery but I take it that your option was number2. You took good use of the prompt and produced a piece of poetic thoughts out of it. (Dont ask me what that means or if it makes sense lol).
Thanks for entering,
-Swintha
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Wow this is a really dark piece! I think you need to put the option number in you AN(it's one of the rules).
I'd love to know which picture you chose. I'm sure you have done it justice! Love the piece though without the picture! Lots of dark, creepy imagery.
All the best in the contest
Gaylene
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