Step soft, my dear child
to the house on the hill
hold tight to my hand
as you bow to my will.
Stumble not, my dear child
just a few paces more
in my hand is the key
that will open the door.
You are cold, my dear child
worry not, it will pass
just a touch of the knife
as I whisper, alas.
Sleep well, my dear child
your torment is through
I must seek out the others
who will die just as you.
Author notes
Option 10.
Picture Prompt.
Black Narcissus.
A contest entry
- Easy Picture Prompt Contest!!!!!!! by Kathraina.
700 points, ended January 11, 21 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Dark indeed. But good write, you did a great job with the prompt. Great flow and imagery! Good luck!
♥ Kathraina -
wow you are in a dark phase of writing at the moment! An amazing take on the picture and expertly penned.
Best wishes with this.
Gaylene
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