The scoundrel walks the midnight streets
Scatterbrained and delirious from the absinthe
Scrutinizing all the lady's of the night like choice cuts of meat
Scheming thoughts of carnal delights and twisted nights
As he scrambles and scampers through the dark ally ways
He scorns himself for not bringing his favorite knife to play
He sees her in the moons glare, draped in scandalous red
So scathing the wall to the other side he moves silent as a cat
The silly scuttlebutt leers a gruesome smile of dread
As he descends to mutilate the whore before he takes her to the sack
A contest entry
- Word Bank by Frogzter.
700 points, ended May 19, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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A gruesome tale to be sure... Thanks for entering. Please list the words you used. Best wishes,
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Did you mean not to have any punctuation?
A gory tale of words.
The ending throws me a bit.can be taken a few ways like killing her then well you know .. or is he putting body parts in the sack?
Also the contest rules state that you must list the words you used.
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No it's suppose to be read manically. And yea, sack...Umm...Kinda means what your thinking. Also, I used all of them!
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neet
where is the rest???? neat write though. Good luck -
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What else is there say? Neat by the way. I can tell grammer isn't one of your strong suites.
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It's great!!!
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