3 minutes to midnight..
Shimmered mist behind me calls, liturgy of death,
clogging, choking , grasping, it seeks my final breath.
Silently, with begging steps, my only thought to flee,
yet death stalks ever closer. Please God hear my plea.
2 minutes to midnight..
I feel the touch of fingertips, caress of sweet goodbye,
my mind cries out in anguish, yet satan I defy.
Damn you devil spawn, this life I pledge to keep,
till I writhe in blackest torment and angels start to weep.
1 minute to midnight..
Surrounded by the fog, I fall upon my knees,
To plead for final mercy, if God I can appease.
Too late I begged salvation, in darkness now I lie,
as I wait for death eternal, I hear an angel sigh.
Midnight.....
Author notes
Artist Credit-Erlend Mork
A contest entry
- Pic Prompt by Carolina Moon.
600 points, ended October 2, 2008, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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weeping angels was a memorable image for me. Congrats on your gold trophy.
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Oh this is great. I enjoyed this alot. It pulls the reader right in! Thank you for entering!
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WOW!! very emotional. I thought it was very well written and original. It was sad but kinda beautiful. I look forward to reading more from you.
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