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[sid] => 56324
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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Black Cat
[time] => 2004-07-15 20:09:10
[hometext] => ~the cat shall always be in my path and the crows will forever follow~
[bodytext] => The Black Cat pass the cemetery gates to the hollow ground of fate to her gravestone where she rests alone i have roses to give and confessions to rid i hear the croak of a crow every chirp burrows deep into my soul the calls grow in number as if awakening from a long slumber i lay down the roses wrapped in silk and before my eyes they wilt i think of that which is dead laying in her eternal bed with her eyes of pale blue eyes that could stare deep within you as she faded into the realm of death she cursed my name with her final breath this was the time of the mist and she was accused of being a witch i was the head preacher so i had no choice had to go with the towns voice we were in love but i was bewitched by faith in the darkness no one feels safe on with the trial,witnesses agree into hell she must leave we march her out to the gallows next to the creek that runs shallow we cover her head with a sack and hang her above a basket of cats now im standing at her grave staring at her birth to death dates and name did you die a christian or were they right? did you slaughter those children in the night? i dont want to believe that you casted spells or right now your burning in hell in the distance i hear a faint sound the sounds is of a cats meow i see a cat in black crossing my path perhaps shes chasing a graveyard rat draped over her is a black sheet all i see is her moving feet reminds me of a bible tale of jonah and the whale where everyone wore black everyone including the cats this would protect them from sin prove their loyalty so god would forgive as i chase this feline hopeing its some sort of sign as i walk up from behind pick her up and look into her eyes they are of the palest blue so deep their staring through as a chill runs up my spine could it be her,could it be her eyes? thinking of what i had done killing her and our love we are the monsters of this town we should be the ones buried in the ground realizing my fate i walk past the gates a tear streams down my cheek as i wear a black sheet walking forever across the ground of hollow holding my soul im enveloped in sorrow the cat shall always be in my path and the crows will forever follow outside im just a man but inside ...i am... forever damned [comments] => 8 [counter] => 191 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Vermillion [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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