Searing flames of red hot fires,
ghostly shapes of burning pyres.
Mounds of ashes reach up high,
to touch a muddy, leaden sky.
Gigantic bolts of lightning flash,
showing up the piles of trash.
Rivers flowing in full flood,
of un-coagulated blood.
The wailing of a million dirges,
from dark robed figures on the verges.
Wafting in the air the stench,
of rotting corpses in a trench.
Reaching out of bloodied hands,
wrists cut up and hacked in bands.
Crackling of shattered dreams,
echoes of heartwrenching screams.
In life I chose my soul to sell,
in death I stand before the gates of hell.
A contest entry
- Gates Of Hell by Deceits Tears.
1200 points, ended December 8, 2008, 19 entries
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700 points, ended January 7, 69 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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What did you think
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The flow of this poem is fantastic!! That made the poem all worth while, along with the topic.
Great job and good luck in the contest..
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This is fantastic. The rhyme is unforced and the flow is nearly perfect (I feel line 8 may be missing something) but that is just what I think. Other than that, this poem is amazing! I'm glad you decided to enter!
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i really like this its wow
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Powerfull
hey officer general,
I found you!
I'm impressed.
commander t -
You have penned a great write fom the prompt, I loved the flow and rhyme
Well done!
Thankyou for your entry
Good Luck In the contest
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Wow
Am almost lost for words with this one. The rhyme is faultless and if you managed to get all that out of a title prompt, well, I'm amazed lol.
Keep the fantastic writes coming hun. You have a new fan.
Del xxxx
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