Musical Madness
Another long note echoes through the land
coming from the skeleton marching band.
Their eyes unseeing, their hands unsteady,
corpses wait for the director's ready.
A ghoulish soldier solos on his trumpet;
rotting lungs bleating like a wild strumpet.
TAPS revels through cold air of fiendish night,
as Hell's marching band strides into eyesight.
Another soul has made a grand entrance
into the land of absolute no chance.
Satan’s drummers play bones on dried skin,
setting beat for "Sinners come marching in."
The devil dressed in his finest red
leads band of damned in songs of the dead.
As new soul gets lost in the fiery beat,
and dances to the madness of the heat.
A contest entry
- TASTE THE DARKNESS BIG POINTS WHAAAT by bones7.
2300 points, ended March 21, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Criticize freely, I need input to improve
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this made me think of MCRs black parade album cover, and the movie constantine at the same time
good imagery...and best of luck to you in the contest -
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Thank you for your kindness
It was an inspired demented moment. This piece I really want to share. Just, to get other people's takes on it. Thank you, for taking your time.
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Wow deeply dark. Hells brass band, very creative. A great piece, I love the imagery this created as I was reading, awesome. Best of luck in the contest with it.
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