Watch her swing in her glory
drapped in her crimson drees
on chains wrapped around her waist.
See her swing and dance in your mind's eye
this graceful ballerina
in her crimson red dress.
See her fall and yet not see the blood
all over her crimson red dress,
and the graceful ballerina
is finally laid to rest.
A contest entry
- Darkwrite Extravaganza Season II, Round I by Immortal Obscurity.
400 points, ended May 19, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This had potential, though you repeated things too much, and it weakened the impact your poem could have had. Either way, thanks for entering, and good luck.
Laura

