Under tortured skies
mournful winds
carry echos
of past misgivings.
The castle stands
not yet defeated
but
a skeleton ruin.
Its structure
untouched
unloved.
Haunted spirits
wander aimlessly
around
its fragile tomb.
Their cries and
broken hearts
Search
for the truth.
Answers
they will never
find.
Branches like
arthritic fingers
beckon them
to leave.
They point
to the
afterlife.
They see
nothing
no light
nor
forgiveness.
Denied to rest
in peace.
Alone.
Unwanted.
Restless.
Dark angels
hide
sacred secrets
for eternity.
Looking
for those
who
murdered them
in cold
blood
and
haunt those that
live.
Author notes
Picture 5 - http://media.photobucket.com/image/haunting/mysteriis_nocturn/castlearmory-2.jpg?o=414
A contest entry
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600 points, ended August 27, 2008, 7 entries
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Comments
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Lis' this is great. What I like best is your line length; they are perfectly placed to make reading and scanning easy. This would make its recitation easy, also- like read aloud at a Halloween party !
Also it is spooky without being overwrought with unnecessarily complicated images. 'Branches like arthritic fingers' is just a great simile (or is that metaphor, I always confuse the two. lol Eh, I'll go with simile.)
As Fall approaches, I look forward to reading more from the best spook artist about.
Thanks,
~ Kley
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poem is really wonderful.....thank you for the entrie and good luck
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