In the chill of the night,
The corpses all set alight,
laid a man all out of stone,
the they he so did fright.
For ever a tale of woe and despair
saw none so much as he.
For as he told,
he did grow cold,
and the dream weaver's loom
became sight.
Froth of red,
the listener's dead
yet bound by the puppet's strings.
To dance a dance,
with he himself,
who laid them by a trance.
The wicked smile,
so perfectly deadly.
marble made,
and just as sincere-
Quite as severe
was it.
A graceful curve to lips
to blade,
to horror with which he bade.
The blaze so set,
with dancers new,
unwillingly loyal to only he,
will set upon and turn to stone,
to bade themselves henceforth,
to come a'searching for you and you!
Author notes
uuuuh. i suppose it's like a child's rhyme. Dunno why it came as such, but it did.
A contest entry
- Something Wicked This Way Comes.... by PerfectImperfection.
900 points, ended May 4, 2008, 18 entries
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The rhyme here is awkward, and somewhat hard to follow. A nice effort of darkness. Thank you for your entry & Best wishes in the contest!
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I'm reading this poem and the background just doesn't seem to fit, hah.
My favorite stanza is the 3rd one.
A good write, I must say.
Lovely Job. -
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oh, but that's the point. ^^
And innocent house, with such malice lures more than that of malicious house with good intentions, or even bad at that...
or something. XD
and thank you! ^^
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awesome
the last lines really awesome
well, everything about this poem is awesome...
i like the 4th stanza the most...
i think ive read something similar to this...but i dont know what...
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Thanks. ^^ I think it follows a common theme, personally. ^^ so perhaps that's it?
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