Rats evading the streets with a morbid fetish for bodies wracked with pestilence.
I trod over those who lay unwanted and consumed by night.
Sagacious Prince, holding all health within his walls.
Gallivanting among the weak, while captivating them with such a fete.
No vista is greater then mine, among the breathless, deep in these twisted culverts.
I gaze upon that impenetrable fortress an aura of health burning bright.
I seize my face, and sharpen my tongue.
Nobody can match my piquancy.
Just look out your window, many have swooned to these scarlet lips.
Author notes
The picture reminded me of Poe's Masque and the Red Death.
What is going on in this poem? Express to me what your mind's eye saw...
Comments
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I enjoyed the depth your wide use of vocab created here. It's nice sometimes to read something that you can tell has had a lot of thought put into it.
What you got from the image is something I wouldn't have thought about either, so I really enjoyed it for that reason too. Hmm it's a shame you didn't finish in time because you might have done quite well, if you know what I mean. Never mind, best of luck in future contests.
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Here's your prompt
http://alectwin.deviantart.com/art/Midnight-Stranger-33929722
hope it's ok.
The contest will be judged on thursday 11th. Thanks
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