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Array ( [sid] => 2297 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A Tale of Dark Wood [time] => 2002-08-15 06:46:37 [hometext] => On reading the works in My Mentor Mr Poe for the upteenth time, I felt it were time for another emulation!

Enjoy ;) [bodytext] => Once upon a tale of woe,
when caught amidst the drifting snow
I sought some shelter of a place,
with burning fire, food and rest.

when stumbled across was a woman most haggard
whom ambled along most crooked and staggered,
help her I did , back to dark modest home
where I asked i may stay 'till the end of the storm

So stay there I did and most grateful I was,
until curious peculiar held attention at source
‘twas then that I noticed that the room had no view
with no windows to speak of, was most dark and subdued.

Right away did I fluster, straight away felt distraught,
As she slammed down the locks, and bolted the door!
Aloud came the cackling, with the air turning green
As I tried best to run, falling short to my knees

Now for sure she had drugged me, now for certain to die
As I passed from the room into cold eerie night.

All at once, my eyes opened, for a second pondered death
Only to wake in my bedroom with a most aching head.
“Just a dream!” I implored thee, “nothing more!”
did I jest,

till’ I looked down to see,

she had severed,

my head.
[comments] => 1 [counter] => 202 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Nickolata [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )

A Tale of Dark Wood

Contributed by Nickolata on Thursday, 15th August 2002 @ 06:46:37 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

Once upon a tale of woe,
when caught amidst the drifting snow
I sought some shelter of a place,
with burning fire, food and rest.

when stumbled across was a woman most haggard
whom ambled along most crooked and staggered,
help her I did , back to dark modest home
where I asked i may stay 'till the end of the storm

So stay there I did and most grateful I was,
until curious peculiar held attention at source
‘twas then that I noticed that the room had no view
with no windows to speak of, was most dark and subdued.

Right away did I fluster, straight away felt distraught,
As she slammed down the locks, and bolted the door!
Aloud came the cackling, with the air turning green
As I tried best to run, falling short to my knees

Now for sure she had drugged me, now for certain to die
As I passed from the room into cold eerie night.

All at once, my eyes opened, for a second pondered death
Only to wake in my bedroom with a most aching head.
“Just a dream!” I implored thee, “nothing more!”
did I jest,

till’ I looked down to see,

she had severed,

my head.

Copyright Â© Nickolata ... [ 2002-08-15 06:46:37]
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Re: A Tale of Dark Wood (User Rating: 1 )
by Chrissie on Friday, 16th August 2002 @ 04:11:08 AM AEST
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oooo Nick! Yukk!
I enjoyed this lots......brilliant ending ; )
Love Chrissie x

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