Her wedding gown she hid away
to make her goodbyes to hated day.
She married, by blood, a man so dark.
One that left on her neck his mark.
Now in widows weeds she roams,
eerie and shrieking with saddest moans.
No, he did not die, such as he do not,
but a wider ring of freedom he sought.
So many necks, so little time as he
honed his fangs most prettily.
Soul gone, he never felt her hurt,
and she herself could not assert.
Deep forests black, fells endlessly,
sometimes her darkness you see.
But no hand reached out in entreaty
brings anything but fear and pity.
Author notes
"Death" by Maija Lahtinen
A contest entry
- Dark Pics Kinda Quickie by JeannieD Hunter.
600 points, ended October 22, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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OOOh vampires! Awesome write, love the dark air this has
The imagery is chilling, fab work!
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Oh this is really chilling and dark. It suits the image perfectly. Great poem you have written. Thank you for entering and good luck!
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