Demons

by Brooke Thompson   May 8, 2005


The darkness surrounds you,
You hear it in the night.
the heavy sounds of footfalls all around you
Some of them you recognize
others you don't
Always reeking of death and the grave
Claws moving upon the ground,
Claws closing upon your tender throat
Fangs and horns you never saw upon their faces in life
These are the demons of death

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  • 17 years ago

    by Sarah Dowlly

    I liked this alot, very dark & provoked great imagery, welldone 5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by Brook

    You're poems are really good and original. 5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by lost_laureate

    Certainly made me shudder...
    Nice stuff...some of your best I've read so far...

    [lostlaureate - come find me]

  • 18 years ago

    by Jimmy Jr.

    That was an excellent poem great job

  • 18 years ago

    by Nici

    I think that the right words are in this poem, the thought is certainly behind them at least. Again do not feel that you have to rhyme, this worked ok without rhyming.

    Keep Writing
    Nici

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