The dead lie still as the mist creeps about;
Midnight falls, turning dead into undead.
They rise, they walk, they spread terror throughout;
Turning friend into foe, blood shining red.
She wakes, startled and shaken by the dream;
He shoves the knife through her heart with a grin;
Her lungs then collsapse, drowning out her scream;
He walks calmly away, just one more sin.
The sun rises, forcing shadows to shrink;
She sleeps now, serene, deep down in her grave;
He stands, smiling, on Insanity's brink;
His love for her twisted in his mind's cave.
If he killed her, she could love no other;
Kill her he did, thinking of another.
I dunno how it is.....it's the first sonnet I've ever written......It's in iambic pentameter........
A contest entry
- You spin me right round... by Miss Macabre.
530 points, ended June 24, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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Twisted love indeed! Very powerful words and most worthy trophy winner! I liked this very much.
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I like it! Very twisted, and it goes good with the dark love theme. Thank you for entering and good luck to you!
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