Streaks of dim light seep through the cracked doors and walls,
I fear my existence will be extinguished and fall
The blade is merely scratching now against wood and bark,
hands of pungent tyranny have too made a hostile spark;
They hold the axe and machete boldly through my apprehension,
whilst the owner’s psyche is observantly comprehending.
He speaks words so gradually disquieting,
shriveling my soul into the realm of oblivion
Unblinking eyes are met in a sharp glimpse of eternal battle,
despite the fact that it seems as if though I will immortally struggle
Screams, grunts and a sense of control fill this dwelling as he breaks through the door,
instant attack takes over my place, identity falling to ashes – honour betrayed.
Nocturnal creatures of the navy atmosphere gather around,
though only spiritually acknowledging the tormenting whispered sounds;
glancing at the seemingly dense shed yet feel the essence of perishing breaths
Scarlet rivers are rapidly wrought; but a future for all of the this kind was once fore sought
Cry the streams of demise upon the scented purity of the forest,
To the ancient wolves that believed dreams were to remain sacred
Author notes
Despite the serial killer/dark atmosphere utilized, this composition isn't much in the mindless 'traditional horror' genre though I used a different approach which is profundity in meaning. Significance shines through this piece to imply the strong and serious danger of a breed's extinction. Using the dark and murderer/victim context, this emphasises the situation in reality in metaphorical manner through the poem to convey the seriousness of genocide of the White race taking place. This is NOT meant to imply or invoke racism toward other races, it is purely about the White race in jeapordy of extinction as it has declined to 8% worldwide. This is not to be taken the wrong way since I have not composed this poem out of fascist ideals and ideologies or anything related.
A contest entry
- Terrifyingly Scary by Freak-in-BlackJeans.
450 points, ended September 22, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow!
I had no idea that this piece was about such subjects until the authors notes.
After re-reading it, and keeping it in those contexts, it totally blows my mind at the level of depth in your metaphors and anaologies.
Extremely awesome!
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Wow. The rhyming isn't too good. If you were going to do a poem from this length you should at least make it interesting. I lke it, but not for this contest. It reminds me of Silent Hill 4: The Room ( Henry!!! ) but not in the scary way. Remember, I like it, but not on my contest though. Good Luck!
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Too early!!! Lol
'I will be back....
For now, my shadow's in the forest whispering to me holding an axe' - (just a note with a dark sense)
But I havent started writing it yet!! Lol That was just a note for my reservation. I'll come up with something fabulous for you
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