I call upon the executioner of words
to bring the great axe into motion.
The blade shimmers as it is lifted
high into the sordid air.
Another nymph of a word is cut to pieces
letting out a blood curdling scream.
My dark orgy of poetry continues
in the howling of my nefarious soul.
In a list
A contest entry
- Introduction to your muse by Tattboyspet.
450 points, ended July 9, 15 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Good write, powerful and intense the way inspiration should be
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I agree with below, my kind of muse
Dark and up to no good, just like mine always is. A superb write, good luck
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oh yes! THIS is my kind of muse!!!



dark and deep ... there is NO mistaking that our muses could be best friends
your words were unique and the image you painted needed no picture - well done!
thank you for your entry
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Oh I hope it doesn't get too dark for you...can I light a match


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hahahaaha
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