A bargain for your soul,
Let the beautiful girl shred your skin
and sell it on the market
Let her sing of the dead
sing of how warm the grave is
Darkness echoes the crow's cry,
the raven's darkly lullaby
Her voice is the thunder and the whimper,
the homily of the beast
Her eyes are the mud Jesus comes from
and the dune dead souls depart to
Listen to the funeral flutes
the deathly ode, an orchestra
of hell's fire empire
Listen to the swarm of oboes,
hissing a litany with flies
A contest entry
- Pic Prompt by Riamh.
600 points, ended September 13, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Great imagery, good take on the pic. Good luck in the contest.
Slayer
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