Confessions laid to rest,
crimson angels, weep.
Visions of glory,
bloomed, but now deceased.
Satan has fucked them,
with his blasted curse.
Only bubonic plague,
would make the outcome worse.
Author notes
Username: islekine
!ENO NOITPO
Word Bank:
Angels
Crimson
Fuck
Glory
Bloom
Confession
Curse
Plague
Laid To Rest
Vision
A contest entry
- " You Could Have Been The Real One" by Asabouros..
400 points, ended August 6, 2008, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wonderful job incorporating the word bank and still making sense of it all. I really liked this one. I have felt this way at times in my own life LOL
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Hm, I really do like this piece.
The first line is really a good opening, but I don't think you need the comma in the second line.
"Visions of glory,
bloomed, but now deceased."
^Stunning.
The third stanza...I think that the second line is too simple, though I really can't offer any ideas on how to fix it.
Lovin' the mention of the Plague, nice way to end it.
Very cool, I really do like it, do me a favor though and put your name in the AN please, thanks
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