She haunts me persistently every night,
Drowning me in chills of dead Frost and Plight;
The dream she comes alive and silently sings—
Rusty tunes echo, her moaning (in midst air) rings.
Moon casts smile on yonder stairway,
Beckoning me, Tempting me her way.
Heart screams in Ears for salutations of Sanity,
But long ago has Vain deprived Humanity!
Feet tang the bitter soulless plane,
Realizing, “I’ll never walk again!”
Fingers scrap and battle the rails,
Only to fall victim of poor Will, thus fail.
Deeper and Steeper does Soul sink,
O’ Deeper and Steeper to Hell’s rink.
Climbing mercilessly led towards Doom,
Judge sitting on Throne waking me from Tomb.
A contest entry
- cold metal stairs. . . by JinSays.
987 points, ended November 28, 2008, 10 entries
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Comments
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I'd really like to know a little more about the background in this write.
I can feel some definite frustration, and other things too, but am unsure as to what it is
Fingers scrap and battle the rails,
Only to fall victim of poor Will, thus fail.
Deeper and Steeper does Soul sink,
O’ Deeper and Steeper to Hell’s rink.
Climbing mercilessly led towards Doom,
Judge sitting on Throne waking me from Tomb.
This part here confuses me jst a little.
Still, I can put something in there, and make it my own worst nightmare kind of thing, and get the terror behind the words.
Well done,
best wishes,
love,
jin
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