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[aid] => mick
[title] => I Can Still See The Moon
[time] => 2005-10-12 01:24:23
[hometext] => this is a repost...the first time I posted it I copied and pasted it and some weird characters replaced some of the punctuation...more of a short story than a poem, hope you like it.
[bodytext] => As I lay in the meadow gazing at the moon, its nocturnal glow slightly faded by the midnight smoke. The silhouette of the trees and hills, beautiful in their blackness. The rustling of the leaves sound like a crackling fire, somehow I knew I'd soon be dead. I watched the winged beasts circling overhead, I knew they were watching me...waiting. The morning dew already beginning to accumulate on the grass, the soil below it growing colder with each breath. Howling wind seems to want to communicate with me...I wish I had known what it was trying to tell me. The soil around me came alive, slowly at first, I was sure I'd have time to run but didn't try. It grabbed me and pulled me in, dragging me to my death. Blood spilling as my flesh is torn. The cold stench of the soil, acrid from the decomposing bodies of those who came before me. It got worse the further down I went. Soon the cold silence was replaced by faint high pitched screams and bitter laughter, then again I heard a fire's crackle but this time I knew it wasn't the leaves. I was visited by a demon with leathered black skin and ruby eyes; he said no words though his message was clear. He'd let me return if I'd do his work - killing and maiming - to bring him more souls. He knew my answer though I remained silent. Slowly I began rising, back through the putrid soil, rotted with evil. Surrounded by darkness and earth, I now lie beneath the meadow as a reef - a dwelling for all living things below the earth to occupy. I can still hear the laughter and screams from below, and the fires crackle. I pretend that the crackle is the trees' rustling leaves. Though I'm buried in this morbid eternity, I feel that I've won...for when I look up, I can still see the moon. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 393 [topic] => 13 [informant] => wizard [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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