I see you there, hiding,
trying to be something that you aren't.
He smells you there, residing,
in the trees not far apart.
Today shall be your last, deciding
that you shall live no more.
The beast shall be subsiding,
when the blood begins to pour.
I draw my blade, guiding
it along the way.
To your neck, colliding,
forever shall it stay.
Author notes
Picture 8
A contest entry
- When it Rains Blood. by November-Dani.
650 points, ended October 29, 2008, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Guaranteed Comments! III by Nam.
1750 points, ended April 14, 2009, 152 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
1 - 8 of 8
-
A nice poem that you have written here.
-Nam
-
Oh my goodness
This is written very well but also so dad
-
awesome
it is really deep and cool
-
oooh, dark and mysterious. Just my kind of thing. Very well done. I like your style. You certainly proved that less is often more. Well done.
-
-
you stole my adjectives!
I do love this poem.
Well deserved winner.
Dani.
-
-
Hehe my kind of poem. This is fantastic, dark, mysterious, great work. Thanks for entering.
Dani. -
Great stuff...
Dark, morbid & fun...
Great rhyme scheme, suspense & drama that made for a compelling read...
Keep up the good work...
Well done!!!
-
i can't think of what to say here but i know one thing, this was a kind of strongly depressing poem, it hits with the dark, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
Adding your comment:
1 - 8 of 8
