In dark, damp, stone wall, basement cellers
shadowed moonlight, dense, foggy tree groves
rat infested, city subway tunnels,
lurking demons breed pagan decay.
Smoldering altars spurn human fear,
secret orders of mortal disdain,
cults gathering, evil sacrifice,
ghostly shadows practicing terror.
Ravaging innocence in ritual fire,
they worship death and macabre horror.
Author notes
3. Altars for fears
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A contest entry
- PiF PROMPT CONTEST by penman.
625 points, ended May 23, 2008, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Best Prewrites From May 2008 by amaranthine lover.
900 points, ended July 1, 2008, 48 entries
Honorable mention
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Comments
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awesome imagery, you could be the next R.L. Stine!
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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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wonderfully written I dont think you need good luck wishes with this, I enjoyed this very much
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You do indeed paint a dark picture. Nice imagery in you introduction it sets the atmosphere. It is easy to picture your lines playing out in some movie by using just a few key words it relates wel into minds corridors boasted by our own imaginings...Excellent take on the prompt.Good luck in the contest.
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