Her phantom rises from woodland loam beneath the sighing trees
although it's been a hundred years her spirit finds no rest.
Her moans are heard upon the breeze, "please set my spirit free
for if you find my sad remains, clutched in my hand you'll see
a locket with a miniature of who did this thing to me".
A contest entry
- Morning Dark Quickie!!! =D by Hikari Lady.
400 points, ended January 2, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
UT
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wow. this was really powerful. such imagery! this really blew me away! Kind of gave me the shivers..
bravo! congrats on the silver!
Angel
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Very nicely done. Congratulations on the Silver Trophy.
Lady D
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Excellent ghostly tale spun here! And how many times must this story of rang out in truth? A well composed story and short tale told poetically.
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SO CREEPY!!!!
This is wonderful! I often wonder if someones ghost really does come back to haunt the one who caused them pain.'s
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Wow 1st and second in a comp we didn't think we stood a chance in...thanks again for the inspiration.
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Spooky
. So much in so few lines.
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Goodness, what was this? So dark, so sad, so full of pain and anguish. Thanks for entering.
good luck
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ooooo, a spectral mystery. This is wonderfully clear, concise and has an enchanting beat and voice to it. Makes me think there is more to this write. Well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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Very nice.. a story in 5 lines
Not easily done but very well exicuted..
Good luck
Simon
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