In the stillness of the night
When all is calm and sleeping
The brilliant flashing of a scythe
A wrinkled hag begins her weeping
Silver lining of the clouds
Floating high up in the navy
Silver lining of the blade
A sane man going crazy
Curving, arching, sickle to your heart
Rip the flesh and let the monster out
Love is just a beast,
the grim reaper sets free
Black robes of death
Fluttering of a raven's wings
Milk from nature's breast
A lonely siren sings
"O reaper, O reaper
O taker of souls
Take me away forever
Take me on your boat
I am tired
So tired of this world
So lost, afraid and lonely
Please take pity on this girl"
And so he comes
Floating on the toungues of demons
Carrying his icon
A curving scythe, silver seething
Curving, arching, sickle to your heart
Rip the flesh and let the monster out
Love is just a beast,
the grim reaper sets free
In the end,
Infinite demise
The scavenger of men
Comes as no suprise
A contest entry
- A quick one for the best! by Peachy.
1800 points, ended July 6, 2008, 36 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
The title fits but I think I want something else. Any ideas?
Comments
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A very clever poem.
I like the word use and the flow, it was beautiful. A clever message, it really inspires.
Thank you for entering!
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o.o Coolio! I liked it. I was able to make a picture in my mind. Cool!
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i've never had an idea in my life... sorry.... lol
this sounds like it's supposed to be a song. I used to have a heap of poems like that... i hate poetry..
anyway... nice... dark...sweet mate
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I also think that the title fits...I dont have any ideas for you sorry. But the poem is great!!
Loves
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