The moon soars high up into full
The midnight bell doth mournfully toll
Fear into my marrow is slowly creeping
For death cometh to do his horrid reaping
And I feel he does want to claim my soul
I grasp my pen as I fearfully write
And pray that I make it through this night
I scribble my thoughts of what is coming soon
Underneath the light of this most silver moon
For death is not a contender with which to fight
I light a candle to chase away the growing dark
I find solace within the matches’ enchanting spark
Slowly the wick and the wax wastes away
Ending far before the coming break of day
Fading into my madness so wretched and stark
I clinch my fists as I feel the cold sweat
The fear takes me and makes me shudder and fret
I may not last to see the mornings glorious light
Which to me would be such a relieving sight
But I spend these hours awash in a sea of regret
The moon dropping quickly out of the sky
As the minutes to hours rapidly do fly
I ponder all of my deeds wasted in this existence
My poetry being my one and only subsistence
The last thing left after I finally die
A contest entry
- ~ Dark/Morbid ~ by XMysticalNightmareX.
550 points, ended November 19, 56 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Prewrites!!!! by Fallen-Thumper.
1200 points, ended November 13, 172 entries
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woooow. i love how u basically say life is short but art is long. i understand the feeling of being alone at nite in the dark to be left with ur madness and only a pen to free urself. my fave part was the 1st stanza/ it put me in mind of edgar allan poe.
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Dark as Hell
This poem is darkly powerful. Just the kind of poem that should inspire me to write something darkish... If ever this wins gold, do enter it in my contest called Golden Darkness. Lmao... The stanza that would definitely clinch the gold is this:
I light a candle to chase away the growing dark
I find solace within the matches’ enchanting spark
Slowly the wick and the wax wastes away
Ending far before the coming break of day
Fading into my madness so wretched and stark
Keep writing wonderfully. And good luck in this contest.
Your Beautiful Friend (LMFAO),
DRAY
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Incredible
Goddamnit man, this is one of the best poems I've read in a while. I loved the last stanza. It really paints the picture of a dying man despairing over his worthless existence. Kep it up man. -
I really liked this piece. although I am not a fan of rhyme, this was done so very well...this stanza really stood out to me
I light a candle to chase away the growing dark
I find solace within the matches’ enchanting spark
Slowly the wick and the wax wastes away
Ending far before the coming break of day
Fading into my madness so wretched and stark
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Well penned fear of darkness and death. So glad to be over this for the most part myself!
ya All~Ways,
~ Jan ~
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This is a awesome your talented indeed. I love how it is a dark tale, please keep on writting can't wait to read more and this would of been a good halloween tale
Searra
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deep dark delirious, penned just right to make the heart shudder and feel the pain inside.. and the soul pines in the sadden light by the last words penned before you die stunning hun as always you have penned perfection Hugs always Angel♥
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Oh what a heart wrenching write,
consumed in torment on a final night,
only a glimmer of a spark,
of hope with rising of the lark
I Loved this one, you have created a masterpiece. there is so much agony in it Exquisite, I'm sure you deserve to win. I'd give you a gold crown
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Another amazing write by you, keep your ink flowing, Josie
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Amazing!!
this is a wonerful poem, you are a very talented poet, Im glad you entered this contes and best of luck, once again WOW!! thanks for entering
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