Nightmare of his dishevelled silhouette
conjures the inevitable realisation of my darkest dread
being once again chased from night to night
from creaking doors to blood soaked sheets
only I know this time
he cannot kill what is already dead
Author notes
Poem inspired by the contest picture
http://dholl.deviantart.com/art/The-Dread-Domain-96173276
A contest entry
- Quickie Dark Prompt. by Sweet Impatience.
750 points, ended September 18, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Great imagery. So much said in such a short amount of words. This is a great write. Makes me think of memories of my own, some that I had locked away bc they were too painful to think about, yet...maybe...I should just move them out of the way.Teriffic write!!
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The imagery through out this poem is excellent, its very dark... I really enjoyed the last 3 lines a lot..
good luck in the cotnest
kat
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OOoh wicked ending! Love this, 'creaking doors to blood soaked sheets' wow, that covers so many dark and horrific thoughts
Excellent take, good luck 
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