A curse lays deep in the earthen ground;
blood of hounds, feral of long ago
Rough hewn stones stand in rows
as far as the eye can see
They came, flying beasts of a time
Nobody knew from whence they came,
with a purpose only to them
and wars they made on men,
never to end,
till the one king stood, and the earth shook
Silence of mornings, mists on the moors
haunt the great megaliths
There to last, the sun's circle past
and the solstice of a time
whispers sorcery
Nature's runes are shapes
in the moon's shadow, where lurk feral hounds
and who will know, you are gone?
When you disappear,
only the wind's sound
A contest entry
- Dark & Totem by RedAquarius.
550 points, ended July 15, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I love the atmosphere you give this. This is excellent work.
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Definitly holds Gothic elements; suspense, supernatural tones, high emotional content, atmosphere of gloom...
My only eensy irritant is that since you used commas and question marks - you might want to add periods, for consistency of punctuation throughout. That is purely my own preference however.
It captured my interest, made me want to know the backstory and that is very cool. I also liked the word choices (megaliths, solstice, runes) that underlined the impression of time.
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Tremendous ability shown as you weave
atmosphere drenched in shadow and all
with subtle rhythm and rhyme. It creates
imagery for me that is able to fluctuate and
take on new details upon the rereads. Blue
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thanks Rew
It was written off the cuff / sometimes it works ..
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