Midnight walks on misty nights
The devils voice Is good to hear,
desecrating me under the moonlight
Hiding In shadows, as I weep amongst those
who have fallen
Entombed, like a ragdoll lying motionless
The demons come, hell not far behind
The beast finishes with a snarl
A gentle soul, beaten by Insanity.
Author notes
Dark Option, with the quote..
The Devils voice Is sweet to hear
Stephen King
A contest entry
- Dark, Light, and In Between by Wandering Woodchuck.
550 points, ended August 9, 2008, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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but it is the "Insanity" that will consume 'the beast'
Joe
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Hiya Joe, Thankyou for your visit, as always a pleasure, I hope you are well my friend
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Nice job. Exquisitely dark. I imagined this poem unfolding under the moonlight in an old cemetary with weather beaten stones.
Great job.
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