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Graveyard

Contributed by JadedExistence on Saturday, 1st May 2004 @ 04:37:03 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Upon a graveyard he does walk
A big iron gate with a broken lock

Pushing it open, inside he goes
A childs laughter floating by as the wind blows

Row after row of unmarked tombs
And on the ground, black, dead blooms

At the end is an empty grave
And upon the marker, his name engraved

Turning swiftly at a little sound
Tiny children circle round

Their eyes are black, and skin so white
The evil in their stares, glowing in the night

In each small hand is a blade
Held by fingers, dead and decayed

As they come closer he tries to flee
Falls to the ground, a knife in his knee

Upon his body they descend
So much pain, unable to defend

His broken body they destroy
Laughter filled with sadistic joy

His remains they throw in the shallow hole
And there shall rest his immortal soul

To their own graves they now go to sleep
A vigil on this land they forever keep




Copyright © JadedExistence ... [ 2004-05-01 16:37:03]
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Re: Graveyard (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 1st May 2004 @ 05:09:56 PM AEST
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A very gothic feel to this. The murder seems so meaningless...without a point. Which, to me, seems like the point.

Well written piece...definitely got a dark feel from this.


Re: Graveyard (User Rating: 1 )
by lostinmyself on Saturday, 8th May 2004 @ 05:14:45 PM AEST
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wow! it was like a play in my head. lol. seriously though, the imagery in this is amazing. great write. phil xxx


Re: Graveyard (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Tuesday, 18th May 2004 @ 03:35:02 PM AEST
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Wow I cannot say enough how this mesmerized me truly amazing. This should be in the dictionary under creepy as well as under beautiful. "Held by fingers, dead and decayed" That line filled me with such happiness it is difficult to describe. I honestly don't know how to express how I liked this poem in words.

Bobo (Joel)




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