Madness they called it
As they threw me in the pit,
Will never see light of day again
Oh, I believe I will my friend,
My master comes this very night,
Flickering shadows in the moonlight,
No one else will see him come,
No one knows, I am the only one,
I see him sometimes in the dark,
Blazing eyes when I've done wrong,
Kill again...it whispers softly,
The walls echo their haunting song
I scrape my nails down the walls,
My fingers bleed and ache,
To dig my way from this twisted pit,
To escape this terrible fate,
And so tonight I sit and watch,
I wait for him to appear,
“Who's there”, I say softly to my self
My echo says “I’m here”
What did you think
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Wow. This is such a thrilling poem. I really like your poem. It is cool and awesome! I hope you do well in my contest and thanks for entering. Love and Peace!
-Jess
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Very dark and for-boding! I enjoyed the read very much! Thank you for the entry.
Az
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Very nice. Has that "Poe" feeling to it. Thanks for entering and good luck
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Oooooh! And welcome to AllPoetry! I see by this dark and chilling piece that you're going to do quite well here. You're a really talented poet! Although a disgustingly cheerful person by nature, I find that I have an attraction to the dark side of poetry; and this certainly fills that need. Great work. Hope you enjoy the site as much I have.
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I thought this was pretty cool. Almost seemed like Bram Stoker at the beginning, and you finished with Poe. You changed the rhyme scheme after the second stanza though, that sort of breaks the flow. Also Whose ought to be who's. Other than that little error quite a good job.
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hi
Thanks, i've editied it a bit, hope it flows a bit better now
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