Black velvet creeps from within the mind,
erasing vision from the soulless eyes.
The walk of the dead stumbles and falls,
what does he see from within the minds walls.
Flashes of red like droplets of blood,
seeping within the eyelids upon a black velvet rug.
As they open the vision seen only from hell,
through the soulless man lost beyond help.
He rips at his face in a mindless rage,
as though within his life he searches for a new page.
Flesh clings to his fingers and he freezes in his stance,
as through his eyes of death hears the whispers last chance.
As he pulls at his eyes as to pluck them out,
he distorts his face in such horrible pain the silent shout.
Chose the evil over the living today,
upon the black velvet he fell prey.
Groans and moans of the dead within the shadows he never saw,
how they fed upon his body devouring him from wall to wall.
His body flaying from side to side,
and within his hands holds a tight grip of his eyes.
As the final life stroke chimes he falls without a sound,
for they left nothing of him as they hung all around.
Black velvet the demons awaits with a fevered pitch,
hangs within the shadows as the blood drips.
Author notes
When the mind falls to evil and the body follows suit .Its a place with no muse .Death is its captor death is its game a place for the totally insane .Black velvet where life no longer lives a vision of the mindless souls feeding at will
A contest entry
- The Dark Velvet Contest by Wayne Leon Learmond.
2150 points, ended July 3, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I was surprised at your "dark side" as well. You did this contest entry justice. Good luck in the contest. Good luck in the contest.
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wow wonderful poem with great emotions of the darkness all the way through with some fantastic rhyming I enjoyed the following lines
Flashes of red like droplets of blood,
seeping within the eyelids upon a black velvet rug.
As they open the vision seen only from hell,
through the soulless man lost beyond help.Black velvet the demons awaits with a fevered pitch,
hangs within the shadows as the blood drips. good luck in the contest
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Wowzers~
Wonderful piece and tale told with Lovely rhyme to grab the reader and take on Journey!!
Oh My~
Love the words: fevered pitch
Keep that quill dancing~
Thank You for sharing Your Talent and Spirit~
Many blessings to You in all You do Sweet Soul
Best wishes too
and much love & light~ Desire~*~
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What an awesome job you did here sweetie!!! I never knew you could write "dark" pieces. LOL
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What a great job you did on this one! One can really see each detail of this write!
Best of luck in this contest!
and love
Nyetta
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Wicked. I loved it to the end. You are very talented grandma. Good luck in the contest =D
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Wonderful. Amazing piece this was. I will not say anymore about this. Perfect rhyme and darkness to boot.
Good luck in the contest my friend.
Dark
Wishes
Wayne Leon
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