Cemetary of tortured souls,
Doomed to trudge down hallowed halls,
Whispy light upon forsaken
Statuettes and voodoo dolls.
Accursed are unearthly bonds
That hold the body to the dirt,
Deathly pale, grotesquely faced,
With hell, the pallid demons flirt.
Mystic river of ruby tears
Flows upon a murky path,
And none can know from whence it bleeds,
Or risk the doom of devil's wrath.
Faint are the auras left behind
When sprites are too soon whisked away,
They dim with fading memories
Of freer nights and brighter days.
Author notes
This is what happens when you morph a mental hospital into sanity's graveyard?
A contest entry
- Favorites Only Please! Thank You! by poetryality.
1500 points, ended September 1, 2008, 46 entries
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Sweet!
I love it! Love the way you made me picture it. Love the rhyming. Good work! Keep writing! -
This is deep, dark, and lyrical. I love the author's notes. Your screen name is missing. I need to know who you are to make sure you are on my Favorites List. An excellent entry!
I wish you the best in the challenge. Thank YOU!
Much Love ♥
Renee
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