Oh demon fire, dancing three
within the old mill night,
there's laughter haunting, freezing souls
mesmerised with light.
Fires of a hellish curse
are redolent of hell,
they grope and creep within the mind
where hate and anger swell.
A dance of fascination's call
as malice tips the scales,
to follow captivation's charms
destruction shall prevail.
Without a sound each spirit claimed
with villianous intent,
in synchopated steps they reach
and every thought torment.
And of the damned each soul becomes
a link to dark domains
and in their bloody, restless cries
are uttered foul refrains.
Insanity now bleeds the will
unto their vaulted blaze,
for swirling into this abyss
hope's left in pitied daze.
But can you find the true light now
the one where faith's secure,
or are you left within spite's hands
or is it all unsure?
Such questions of a brooding time
as nostrils fill with stench
of fires made to kill all life
and world of faith to quench.
In a list
A contest entry
- CAN U SEE THE DEMONS? by Swan song.
700 points, ended November 7, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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good stuff hre Well done
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WOW
You are a really good writer, this piece was amazing, it has such a great flow and really good imagery, you are really talented!!!!!!! This poem is by far one of the best that I have read today. Keep it up!!!!
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You write like a poet! It all fits! Your poems seem to have a magical quality of rhythm and rhyme. I enjoyed the thoughts expressed!
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Excellent
What a terrific write. And such a creative take on the title . The very best in the contest
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