Hades conforms to holocaust
extended to fetch breath
let's cozy up to that threshold
thoughtless of the sunset
edged of a deeper hazed darkness
resulting in frequent death
Scourged of mindless prittle-prattle
keen to helter skelter
elevated by confusion
like strobed seizures gone mad
that speak of forked tongue cloned
evident within the madness
riddled with worms and sand
A contest entry
- Not For The Weak II by Immortal Obscurity.
875 points, ended July 3, 2008, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is lovely, and it's perfect for the contest! The contest may be anonymous, but your style is so distinctive that I know who this is... This poet can only be one.
Good luck.
Laura
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~closing eyes and imagining you with a mad look in your eye~
yeah, it works well!
if this doesn't win at least a silver then there's something wrong!
You have taken these strange two little words and made them understandable for all - madness!
EXCELLENT!
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Such a vivid write, nice job!
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Oh my goodness
Oh the mind if you dig too deep also does the wicked as helter skelter seaths into a vile so displayed the eyes refuse to see yet shows the way .This truly scares me and gives me chills to see him when he gets on tv dead eyes and shrunken hearts yet walks the earth
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Well thanks.
Was meant to be jarring.
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EEEEGAWD!!! I am going to have nightmares!! The whole time I was reading this I could see HIM!!! Those beady little eyes staring at me while speaking in that voice of his.....This was beyond wicked!! Very well done and the acrostic was brilliant of course!!
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ooohhhh this is pretty wicked sweet
great write and good luck
take care
stephanie
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