Vintage ruby silk
barely whispers
as the gloaming
bridges
day to night
Nubile virgins
glide silently
cross marble floors
eyes
filled with delight
Seneschal wincing
for his toil of searching
he who is out to deceive
steward
seeks in dim dusk light
Arched and furrowed brow
as heels fray crimson cloth
ambient noise cannot hide
scream
bursting forth with fright
Author notes
contest
I am wonderful
wordbank: ambient, arch, fray, furrow, toil, deceive, seneschal, marble, nubile, gloaming, ruby, vintage
A contest entry
- The Shadow Vault 10/20 by Gypsie Ink.
450 points, ended June 17, 5 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Dark beauty by Broken Angel Shade.
600 points, ended July 2, 35 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Very well done. Thank you for sharing it twas a really good write. I really enjoyed it. Thank you also for following the rules of this contest. Good luck in my contest
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Wonderfully Dark!
Like a vampire out to quench his thirst. Enchanting write. Thank you for your entry and Best of Luck! -
nice poem
forgot not to press enter. LOL
liked it and felt it used good form and context of the words. lots of luck in the contest.
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nice poem
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nice poem
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lovely images, even if I wasn't quite sure what the poem was about.
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thanks for the comment.
when i saw the word bank I pictured an outdoor gala in huge ballgowns and a villan among them all.
By the way...I used to live in Ottawa, and my family is still there... how's the weather holding up???
KAT
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