Twisted

by Maple Tree   Jul 15, 2012


Twisted mortal of an ebony sky
deathly creatures transform
denying my sanctuary peaceful
eternity, ghostly spirits rise
above thy grave bed.

Skeletal fingers gripping flesh
drowning my sorrowful soul,
deeper down, into the depths of hell
I become a demon wraith.

Wicked eyes bestow an evil hiss
as an enraged ghostly form screams
grant me entry to devour your soul,
I am the savior of your nightmare....

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  • 11 years ago

    by Xanthe

    I love this piece! The imagery and tone was dark and haunting - perfect! Keep writing :)

  • 11 years ago

    by Lioness

    Oh I simply adore this one! The imagery is wonderful and dark, it really has hit me.

    Loved it Andrea, no wonder you won!

    x

  • 11 years ago

    by Decayed

    Way to go Andrea, so much darkness and evil!

  • 11 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Wow, you have a very unique talent for the darker poems. You write them so well and create such vivid imagery!

    Amazing.

  • 11 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    :O

    OMG OMG Nothing else to say,

    :O

    WOW

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