Welcome to the garden of despair
Where neither sun nor moon
Sheds light to it.
Welcome to the garden of deceit and lies,
Where thorns grow
The snakes hatch
And crimson liquids flow
Unending.
No sweet smelling scents
Or nightingales’ sonata.
Just the lingering stench
Of those who have fallen into this trap.
One has yet to escape
From this Labyrinth of Hell.
No sun may shine here
Yet one will fee the demonic Inferno
Ever watching,
Ever burning.
Woe to all those innocents
Whose fortune is to stay.
Stay for all eternity
In the garden of despair.
The garden of deceit and lies
Which all humanity has condemned.
A contest entry
- Contest for ages 14 and under:A poem you think you want to write or have written well! by pop123.
475 points, ended April 10, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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welcome to ap
very creative. morbid, dark, almost depressing. my kind of write. imagery and flow were amazing.
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