I can see them all a sittin
near the table clothe of white
waiting for their supper
their fork and knife held tight
The tea cups filled to the brim
with a tasty little herb
to sip it before its time
would simply be absurd
Fancy dishware trimmed in gold
with steak and potatoes neatly placed
everyone looks hungry
a sweet smile across their face
“Time to eat”
the warden does say
remember your manners
do not stray
The little girl at the end of the row
giggles softly, for no one knows
that she is the leader of this little clan
what she is about to do, no one will ever understand
With steak knife placed
precisely in hand
she moves back her chair
and to the head of the table she stands
With a nod of her head
to each Lord and Lady at the table
she lets them all know
that she is ready and able
She raises her knife
up above her so tall
they in turn follow
one and all
She inhales slowly
taking one last breath
she is ready to die
to find happiness in death
With a swift slice
across her delicate neck
for a pulse, my dear,
they will not need to check
And each Lord and Lady
at this table of white
will follow their leader
as the warden turns out the light
~vampi~
Author notes
This was fun. I found this old picture of an asylum some time ago. This poem goes well with it.
Can you see the table clothe of white, slowly turn red as they turn out the light?
What a mess! 
In a list
Please tell me what you think
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This was great, from the first word to the very last! It reminded me so much of those old horror poem books I used to read in middle school. I always said them in my head in a sing song like voice, and this write fits it perfectly! Wonderful job, love! Kudos! ^^;;
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I do the same thing, but it doesn't always work. Soem poems just can't get that sing song thing going. I did that to all my Childhood Games and Rhymes poems as well..
Glad you liked it, thanks for the read and comment!
Vampi
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Nice poem, interesting theme. Was there a reason why she killed herself? or was this meant to be a mystery.
constructive criticisms:
tablecloth instead of "table clothe"
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"the warden does say" sounds awkward (the warden says, is more logical)
this is the trouble with end line rhyming, it forces authors to write awkwardly to fit in their (unnecessary) rhyme schemes.. keep this in mind with your next poem.
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Well let's see, first off she WAS in an insane asylum. Do you really need a reason? Second, thanks for the criticisms but I like it the way it is.
Thanks for the read and the comment,
vampi
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