Final place
To have eternal rest
In the catacombs, beneath the street
The rats run around, trying to find places to hide
You can hear the moans and groans loud, clear
Never go where they live
They will kill
Trespassers should beware
When stepping along the cobblestone
They will not think twice about reaching for your feet
And hauling you down into the depths
To feed upon your flesh
Final rest.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Jan.6/2008
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Comments
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very nice write Cynthia I like the dark images you have created here. Very good descriptive write and a tough form to follow. Thanks for sharing it.
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Ending was brilliant - a feel the first part was a little distant from the effects of ending but all in all a beautifully penned piece.
Thanks for entering.
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