Crimson and scarlet.

by Steven Beesley   Aug 1, 2005


Pitch tar black night.
Sharp cold winds blow.
Gentle swaying of trees.
Dark shadows roam.

The glint of the foil.
Piercing the calm.
Lacerating the silence.
Sea of crimson and scarlet.

Trickling slowly with time.
Slowly the daze.
Creeping in numbness.
The cold setting forth from within.

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  • 18 years ago

    by BrokenMisery

    A very broad vocabulary and great imagery. A Wonderful poem i really enjoyed! Keep writing and the best of luck!

  • 18 years ago

    by EoB

    Well, as my english more or less suck, I failed to understand the true meaning behind this one..could you enlighten me?

    Nevertheless, I like it, somehow. The words you choose once again created a strange atmosphere...I envy you. You are very good at this.

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