Pitch

by Twisted Heart   Mar 2, 2007


Standing on the edge of death
She inhales once, her dying breath
Upon the moon, she hears the call
And in the the pitch of darkness falls.

The jackals howl, and split the night
As they regale the widow's flight
With Crimson wine upon their lips
The chase to win the demon's kiss.

Her hands are lost to those who wait
With hearts that died and souls abate
Inside the glow of Satan's moon
She takes to flee among the ruins.

A splash of blood to tend her needs
She rips the heart and sees it bleed
Into her mouth the potion pours
And once again, her body soars.

Among the shadows of the night
While dawn is breaking she takes flight
Her hunger fed, she makes her home
Inside the darkened catacombs.

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  • 18 years ago

    by debbylyn

    Wonderfully written....don't know that I can pick a favorite part....it is all outstanding. Great imagery, flow and rhyme scheme. 5/5 All the best, Debbie

  • 18 years ago

    by Lu

    A splash of blood to tend her needs
    She rips the heart and sees it bleed
    Into her mouth the potion pours
    And once again, her body soars.
    ^^^
    I love this stanza Auntie ....it gave me goosebumps galore.
    I am completely convinced that there is indeed no topic beneath the sun, that you can not write about.
    It is so great to have such a wonderfully talented Auntie ... lol

  • 18 years ago

    by Cindy

    Wonderful job on this piece. Loved the word choices. Excellent.

    Standing on the edge of death
    She inhales once, her dying breath
    Upon the moon, she hears the call
    And in the the pitch of darkness falls.

    Really liked this stanza.
    Take Care Cindy

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