High in the mountains, covered with snow,
a hidden lair, a fortress known only to a few.
A palace that knows not revelry,
drinking, music or fun.
A destination feared by all
who are consigned to it's icy grip.
Where no flame can bring warmth
to those who are rushed there.
The only sound from it's halls,
the silence of death. No note
of a scream breaks frozen
quiet of the halls.
The chosen victim who, with a longing to live,
willing to sign any note for a chance at life,
would purger his king and country,
on the thin thread of hope
at keeping his head.
The paper once signed and sealed away,
the victim's fate is sealed.
Lower into the mountain, where the air becomes warmer,
a stench begins to permeate.
A large hole appears, malodor oozes forth,
eight glowing orbs appear in the torch light,
a redolence of death appears in the form of a spider.
The betrayer understands he was betrayed.
When Death was finished,
a puddle of what was once a traitor remained.
A wreakage of a human being was left behind,
uncermoniously flung to the wind and the Gods on high.
Amythest Moonjade
a hidden lair, a fortress known only to a few.
A palace that knows not revelry,
drinking, music or fun.
A destination feared by all
who are consigned to it's icy grip.
Where no flame can bring warmth
to those who are rushed there.
The only sound from it's halls,
the silence of death. No note
of a scream breaks frozen
quiet of the halls.
The chosen victim who, with a longing to live,
willing to sign any note for a chance at life,
would purger his king and country,
on the thin thread of hope
at keeping his head.
The paper once signed and sealed away,
the victim's fate is sealed.
Lower into the mountain, where the air becomes warmer,
a stench begins to permeate.
A large hole appears, malodor oozes forth,
eight glowing orbs appear in the torch light,
a redolence of death appears in the form of a spider.
The betrayer understands he was betrayed.
When Death was finished,
a puddle of what was once a traitor remained.
A wreakage of a human being was left behind,
uncermoniously flung to the wind and the Gods on high.
Amythest Moonjade
Author notes
Prompt 1.
note
spider
destination
puddle
thread
fortress
icy
longing
silence
rushed
revelry
flame
Hope this wasn't too much.
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A contest entry
- ~Auditions ~ by Nakatrea.
400 points, ended March 19, 26 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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amazing how the same words can create such a different write. thank you for sharing this with me and i wish you well in this contest that we both have entered. viyanna rosemarie
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Very fantastical and the imagery was great. Very literal take on the prompts - great job!
Good luck--x
Kat

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Merry meet,
Thank you for your kind words and applause.

Amythest
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Very nicely done. The story line was of one that you could continue with a short story. The visual greatly seen.
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Merry meet,
Thank you for your comments. I may decide to try my hand at a short story based on the poem. The only problem is that my short stories become epics.

Amythest
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Please spell check this "where the [are bcomes] warmer,"
and please now put your Authors name at the end of your poem.. AP got smarter and its Anonymized.
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Merry meet,
Sorry about that.
I usually catch those, but I was try not to make too dark and be considerate of your age.
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Dark is fine. I just wanted really imagery poems. And the only thing I don't want is erotica so.. otherwise my age is of no importance.
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