She walks so softly,
so light...
the face so cherubic,
hair the perfect red.
Oh how lovely
that milky skin will be
against crimson,
and as I dip her copper hair
into blood;
watch how the light catches it
and the shades melt together.
I need her.
Oh to slice into
those delicate breasts,
carve my mark there.
The glory of it!
To inject the proper hue
of poison green into
those smoky eyes,
and stain those lips
with that which spills from me;
then dress her in white.
My own perfect angel.
Author notes
It was wierd to write something so sinister and almost lustful, I kind of creeped myself out.
A contest entry
- Inside the Mind of Madness by Synthetic-Nightmare.
1500 points, ended January 25, 2008, 34 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
No specific question, just what you think: good or bad.
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Very well written dark write. Uncharacteristic for you, but exceedingly well done. I can see why this earned you a gold trophy. So many wonderful lines in this I would have to quote all of it. The final line is eerily powerful.
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That was creepy as I don't know what. I think it was a great write and deserved the gold. It creeped me out mostly because I've got red hair, so that line caught me off guard... *shudder*
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wowwwww amazing write
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LOL!
Your comments made me laugh out loud! (Probably because I know where your coming from!)
This was hard core, nicely written.
Monique
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YAY!!!!!!
*dances*
AW HELL THIS IS PERRRFECT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
now THIS was what i'm talking about! THIS was EXACTLY what i wanted. Not only did i feel the darkness within the soul of the killer, but i could FEEL his lust, his need to hurt. SO WOW......
FINALIST MY FRIEND! ^_^
ABSOLUTE KUDOS TO YOU
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WOW...great imagery here, I really enjoyed this one. Best of luck in the contest with it
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