The angels weep when innocents fall,
cut down by savagery or accidental.
One by one they answer to one spectre,
who goes to each and gives a whisper.
Death issues his call
The poisoned wine for treacherous wife
spurned for another in greed and avarice.
Revenge is extracted in more virulent ways,
thanks to the asps so carefully placed.
Death makes a quiet house call
Bound and terrorized, knowing she's going to die,
watching helpless as exsaguination starts
while the body still lives.
Voices fall silent in a madman's mind,
appeased and sated as the blood dries.
Death is waiting calmly for her hand
Gleaming knife slices silent and deep
calling to Death in a dance of violence.
Beauty is measured by macabre art form,
posed and framed as only the artist can.
Death still was waiting for the ending notes
Shadows fall on silent home,
lights flicker and go out,
true horror begins with the breaking of glass,
screams crescendo with killer's task.
The music of death rings out in the night,
silence of Death's touch will greet the sun's light.
Death makes a house call
The unspoken terror of the stalked prey,
eating at sanity, a bite each day.
Haunted eyes glaze and stare
as the final breath moistened the air.
Death rang the bell
A child's silent tears are lost
as it slashes each wrist across.
Slipping down slowly to watch
Death's shadow move silently to hold them.
Shattered parents arrive too late.
Their child has entered Heaven's gate.
Only one line explain it all -
"I am so tired of fighting and Death is calling."
Author notes
option 14: Death is Calling
A contest entry
- Third Round of the CREEPY, Dark Rounds Contest by Paloszoo.
1500 points, ended August 31, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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gave me the willies+
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This is a really interesting piece. Written almost like a play. Great creativity shown here. Nice job! Thanks for following through on your commitment to the rounds contest! It was a pleasure and honor to read your work!
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truly outstanding
the haunting tone in your words sent chills up my spine.
bravo
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The flow of this poem was like lyrical death march to the Grim Reapers door. i very much enjoyed your poem. A unique form and style which worked very well with the prompt.
Good luck in the contest.
Bill
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Revelation 3:20
I really like the cadence of the following lines: "The unspoken terror of the stalked prey / eating at sanity, a bite each day." I also like the headings you put before each stanza. Even though "Death Is Calling," we don't have to answer.
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