Go away Mr. Shadowman,
Lock the door and leave me while you can,
Shadows dancing,
Thus you chased and thus I ran...
If you catch me I fear ne'er to wake,
Please my soul I beg for you not to take,
Shadows dancing in the pale moonlight,
Dancing and prancing for Mr. Shadowman's sake.
Come brothers grab pitchfork and barrel stave,
We shall no longer bend to the will of this shadowy knave,
Shadows dancing in the pale moonlight,
Dancing on the grave.
Death, life and death to come,
He came and left and left with some,
Fathers and brothers of the sisters and mothers,
Taken by a shadow who danced in the pale moonlight,
Like a chill leaving the body numb.
So weep ye who remain,
Revel in and embrace the pain,
We tried to dance with shadows in the pale moonlight,
Never to be seen again...
Author notes
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A contest entry
- Your Maverick Prewrites . . . by RatherImaginative.
925 points, ended October 16, 2008, 67 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - birthday poems to celebrate my b-day or emo dark poetry by foreveryourslove.
400 points, ended September 27, 17 entries
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Comments
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This reminds me of some ghostly legend from Ireland, Scotland, or colonial America. The tone of the piece is chillingly, and sets the scene beautifully. The only typo I noticed is the first line of the last stanza: it appears that "yea" should be "ye". Otherwise, this poem tells chilling story. Thanks so much for entering my contest!
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