I scent what has past
one step, always too late
though my purpose
plunges my mind to recreate
From the touch of her blood
she was their offering
Demons who fight and kill
relishing their slaughtering
She screamed and choked
couldn’t get enough sweet air
Cried and shook, terrified
under skies blinking despair
Upon this alter her soul has risen
her life, I must defend, driven
In a list
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt. by Angelflower.
600 points, ended October 3, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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A dark and enjoyable read.. a different take on the promt for sure.. thank you very much for sharing.. best of luck in the contest..
Angel
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I love this tale you have woven with magical words and your rhyme flows beautifully ~best of luck in Angelflowers contest
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Excellent take on the picture. Very well written!
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Brilliant!
This is a fantastic take on the prompt, which is very gripping.
Upon this alter her soul has risen
her life, I must defend, driven
These two lines sum up the photo perfectly. I love this! Good luck in the contest! It's a winner!
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