Dreams brought me to this catacomb—
Dank necropolis breathing heavy rot
Through sable soil moldering with age.
Dreams unspeakable—drawn from ancient tomes,
Dark whisperings—brought me here. I wait, caught
Between sleep and madness—in this close cage.
All around they rise, creatures of the gloam,
Twisted, tortured, skeletal—they rise from plots
Of creviced marble, fingers crooked with rage.
In dim-light, pale bones gleam like polished chrome,
Ragged cerecloths counterfeit hangman’s knots—
Fell accoutrements aching for a stage.
They shamble, scuff beneath an arcing dome
Of root-clogged earth, haunted by worms and clots
Of new-dead flesh, corruption’s equipage.
I back into a ravaged, crumbled combe,
Hope to hide from their contempt, their quick hot
Gasps of hatred, their murderous rampage.
In dream, this fearful darkness felt like home,
Familiar, comforting—yet now, distraught,
I feel it smothering, black doom’s presage.
Closer—they surge across bedeviled loam—
I shudder, scream— my tears avail me naught—
My cursed dreams gape…I’ve earned their deathly wage—
Author notes
Option 3: Darkness is coming
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wow, i had to look up a few of those words. that's impressive. rhyme scheme was way out there, i didn't notice it until i was almost done
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wonderful rhyme scheme
Brilliantly worded. You have one of the best vocabularies I have seen.
I love the images and the effect of the sounds of the words you chose to place together.
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