Now bent and trapped among the kind of gold that seethes and rots
Where fear became material that wrapped a soul in knots
I made up words to dignify the agony I spoke
That turned me from a fiend to something human for a joke
As harsh as a reflection, gates were cracking at the swing
As bodies flocked a mass decay to which we looked as king
The feeblest reaction; nails were taught to rust the touch
I shut my eyes just once; a tool in wrong and killed as such
A contest entry
- What Does A Witch Do After Hallowe'en ? by GotLilt.
900 points, ended November 3, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Great piece of writing!
I love your use of imagery and the thoughts your piece provokes!
Liane:-)
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SILVER This really got my attention. I love the rhyme and the creepy feel to it.
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