Demons of the Underworld

by Poet on the Piano   Sep 30, 2009


Restless wealds quiver;
Unresponsive to the
enticing waves of notes,
that come waltzing
from breaking horizons.

Haunting moans fly;
Permeating the air
with dead defeat,
'til they saturate
copious grounds.

Vehement roots awaken;
Pleading vociferously
for unfailing lenience,
yet mercy does not
soothe their wailing souls.

Crippled leaves struggle;
Forcing their shattered lips
to repeat the sacred prophecy,
so that the still zephyr
might come alive again.

Weakening hands withdraw;
Refraining from being
depleted by the death spirit,
who is roused on dismay
and inhales all vitality.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Mr Rhee

    I like this. It opened very, very, well. Although, some of your words did seem a bit...languished? I've read many a dark piece, and this work measures well. I think you need a little practice with some of that "olde" vocabulary, but you show such strong promise! Keep it up. I wish I had some of your talent.

  • 14 years ago

    by Ingrid

    A very clever write, MaryAnne...lot sof difficult words in it, but nonetheless I could understand what you were saying.

    I think you did well on this!

    God bless,

    5-5 Ingrid

  • 14 years ago

    by Lonely Rider

    Haunting write... the darkness is so prominent in your words... well penned...

    Unresponsive to the
    enticing waves of notes,
    that come waltzing
    from breaking horizons.

    ^^ the first stanza captivated me ... with its splendid imagery...

    wonderful read :)

  • 14 years ago

    by Courageous Dreamer

    I have to be honest with you - I did love this write except for some of the vocabulary. Its obvious you used a theasurus & parts were forced because of this. I did love this poem a lot, but the words and their complexity at times kind of ruined it for me. Because I know this is not what you normally write. Your words are not this far advanced. Maybe you are improving by advancing your words, but I dont think these came from the top of your head. I did like this though, so dont be discouraged, I just feel like I you swallowed a theasurus & this was the ending result. Keep it up though, its never a bad thing to be learning new words at your age.

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