His biting fangs pierce my throat
I try to scream but am muffled by his cloak
Through all my blood he steals my life
Then to cover it up he slices my neck with a knife
Now they stand over me my family and friends
Crying tears of regret there's no more time for amends
I'm dressed in my finest the wound hidden by a high collar
While over each eye they softly place a silver dollar
With weeping hearts they lay me in my casket
And I recall an old rhyme about hell and a hand basket
The top it placed on and the hammer buries the nails deep
They hold fast for my body should they always keep
The ropes scream as they lower me down
I will now lay in the only cemetery in town
The dirt comes down to cover me six feet under
Will they ever find Lestat, my killer, I wonder
Nightfall has come I wake from my slumber
My body is suddenly gripped with fierce hunger
I scratch through the wood my mind having only one care
It tantalizes me with images of young throats I must tear
From the soft holy earth I burst
Now realizing I am truly cursed
There he sits on a rotting wooden marker
Watching me his eyes filled with mocking laughter
Author notes
There he sits on a rotting wooden marker
Watching me his eyes filled with mocking laughter
- The Kingdom of Shadows group list • next in list
A contest entry
- Prewrite contest by Sadistic klown girl.
1000 points, ended June 2, 155 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Can you feel the loneiness I feel
Comments
1 - 5 of 5
-
This is fantastic writing....
All I can say about this is kudos all the way through. I truly admire your rhyme. That's something I find so difficult to do. This piece is filled to the brim with deadly imagery, and shows off your skill with a pen and imagination.
-
-
Thank you, for giving me that comment. IT really means alot to me and I also am deep into the deathly imagery. Feel free to read all of my poems!
-
-
"The ropes scream as they lower me down
I will now lay in the only cemetery in town
The dirt comes down to cover me six feet under
Will they ever find Lestat, my killer, I wonder
Nightfall has come I wake from my slumber
My body is suddenly gripped with fierce hunger
I scratch through the wood my mind having only one care
It tantalizes me with images of young throats I must tear
From the soft holy earth I burst
Now realizing I am truly cursed
There he sits on a rotting wooden marker
Watching me his eyes filled with mocking laughter"
What a picture this paints you did an excellent job with the flow and rhythm I really like this write. Thank you for sharing. -
i do like this my dear.....very descriptive of the process....that's exactly how ot happened to me...only it was a woman. of course
-
Very Interesting !
I am very impressed with your great wording as well as Imagery. Keep the poems coming....I see you like them no matter their style or type ! Brenda Gae
Adding your comment:
1 - 5 of 5
