Inside this house of darken windows
It hides her into its' shadows
A hallowed grave for her eternity
In her corner she dresses her dolls
With every time the deviation grows
Her skin tingles and becomes frigid
The truth avoids such little hands
Not ever, listening outsiders
Don't find her words exact
In her grotesque little game
Her mind forever stained
Playing in her perfect facade
She can be whatever she wants
And hide away who she really is
The detestable respite of a shell
She had operated that part of her well
Laid inside her cove, stepping off
Into her apparition there is a,
A kind appearance like a hawk
Reaping her of life
A universal thing of obedience
A precious little lenity
Author notes
Option 1:
Frigid
Grotesque
Hallowed
Deviation
Stain
Respite
Operate
Apparition
Universal
Lenity
Option 3:
Liar
Fake
§~.::.~§
I wanted to try a little more of a challenge...so I combined the options if that's okay with you.
A contest entry
- Time for a detailed contest....no quickie here. All options, prompts and honest muse. by isisspirit.
540 points, ended April 12, 2008, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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Brilliant
Great take on the word prompt. You have used them very creatively. Deserving of the silver.
Don't find her words exact
In her grotesque little game
Her mind forever stained
Nothing worse in life than a liar.
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Impressive, I like this alot. You have synthesised the word bank well and the options are cleverly intergreated as are the acrotics. I am looking for something to critisize but there seems to be little. The only thing is the use of "darken" in the first line. Should it be "darkened"? Either way, this flows well and the line lengths are cleverly mastered. Maybe some stanza breaks could make your contest a little clearer though. A fantastic entry, well written. Best of luck.
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