The words barely spoken,
die swiftly cast,
foretell of demons behind the mask.
Few men enter many are lost,
in a world full of turmoil outside the cross.
Run swift sweet angel,
lest these strong angered souls slow you down.
A contest entry
- Quicky Prompt - PIF - 40 words by CarolDesjarlais.
525 points, ended May 12, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Interesting concept.....I am wondering aqbout some breaks in line 4....
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thanx
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