Dance little soul against that azure sky,
sing your woeful song
time has stood still my pretty little ballerina
nothing will ever go wrong now.
Life held upon a silken thread
that can end way to soon,
ebony nights of the darkest death
tolls with the death of doom.
Killer standing at the foot of the stairs
soon to take this beautiful life
time will erase all stains
of this what was once his wife.
Climbing up the wooden stair
nary a sound did he make
take this ballerinas life he will
not eve one tiny mistake.
Knife spill the crimson drops
that were her lifeblood now
crumpled to the wooden floor
her heart stops slowly.
He laughs his manic laugh
he has done the impossible,
taken her beautiful life
and spilled it to the ground.
Stain of blood pools around his feet
gushing from the gaping wound,
this life has been snuffed out
perhaps way to soon.
A contest entry
- Metaphorical Dark by InMyFlames.
700 points, ended November 11, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wonderfully penned for a dark write. Not usually my thing, but this one is good. Your words painted a true picture. Pen on fellow poet.
ShaShay
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"He laughs his manic laugh
he has done the impossible,
taken her beautiful life
and spilled it to the ground"
this is a lovely poem, great job!
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