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CatacombsThis is torture, Pandora's box, a forever maze.
Praise the days your privileged to inhale sun rays.

For in this place,
the shelter of mummified bones,
unrest the moans of those,

In the Catacombs.

Exteriors, ghostly, vivid and crude.
Spirits shackled by mortal dues,
refuse to sleep in darkened tomb.

Awaiting their horizons, suns of mourning.
While tears and rivers, overflow with pouring.

Bound to their restless beds,

For in the Catacombs

Even the dead, haunt the dead

Mossy, overgrown Catacomb with ancient rocks.
The deep ones climb, these withering locks.
Within these halls, blows a breathless tone.
The soul count here, ten times t
Holy as sin.Stand still, the trial now begins!
Enjoy the monsters' laughter, divine,
Accusing the weak, those who shine,
Pledging mercy, blood filled sins.

Their eyes are filled with lust,
A gluttony satisfied only by blood,
Your lungs start filling with dust,
Your pure heart wept from the flood.

In the palace of Broken Vows,
Your soul is nothing, your actions false!
Accused for murder, rape and necrophilia,
But you weren't there, you're in the militia.

The virgin whore led by the holy guard,
You protected their sins and now you rot.
Called to arms, you unsheathe your sword,
What will you do now? What have you got?

To kill for your pureness, patheti
The Mourning Dove
The ravens had gathered overhead.
Their circle of darkness loomed above.
Their cries were those of ones long dead.
The night hath murdered the mourning dove.

In the cover of night the birds of black flew,
Hovering and waiting just below the sky.
They hung above my frame as if they knew,
What was to happen and who was to die.

Like Democles' Sword their taunts hung.
Their feathers like a cloak sewn of shadow.
My last rites they left unsung.
Devil's eyes hallowed but hollow.

From bloodless beaks they screamed,
With cries of souls being devoured.
From this I knew it was not dreamed,
The wings of death had around me towered.

Neither daemons no
When People BleedThere's nothing cute about my smile
because I grin when people bleed.
There's nothing sweet about my eyes;
they only open to watch you plead.

I don't see innocence in the mirror
and though my hair may pass my back.
I won't turn and show you horror
because my back you'll surely stab.

Petticoats and bodies float
as I set my demons free.
Blood is shed upon this blade
and now my own- so cute, so sweet.
Mockingbird PoemFlames of gold
Faces of white
Two black hands dancing all night
Round and round they ever go
The golden arm swings to and fro
No music
No rhyme
No gentle tap
Echoing, echoing through the black

Just the voice that I once heard
Mockingbird, Mockingbird
Don't say a word
ThinkingThinking and thinking way too much,
Scaring myself into this rut,
Horrified of what it should be,
Hoping not to be scared off me,
Running so far so very scared,
It doesn't make sense no where,
Frightened and heart pounding,
Heard these words so demanding,
Screaming so very deep inside,
I can sit here and merely cry.
The ReturnQuite some time has elapsed
The son has returned; he's back

Once a good son, things have changed
Since the years he's gone insane

He's risen from the deepest depths
The gash in his head still prominent

Though he's come back from the dead
He's still a being with touchable flesh

The son thinks back to the time
When his father took his life

His father shall never be forgiven
For the everlasting wound he gave him

Blood stained and battered, the son begins
The search for his father, and demonic revenge.
*Bite*End of day is perilously close
Moon begins to rise
It's bloodshot eye sends ripples of light
On world as it slowly dies.

This the hour Dracula wakes
To prey on mortal man
Air is disturbed, dangerous smell
Get out, run fast if you can.

Black cloak swirls, practiced swoop
Strong arms enfold, deadly embrace
Mesmerized by bloodless eyes
Glorious features, stone cold face.

Time of change is about to begin
Cool fingers caress so gently
Beguiling kisses from vampire lips
victim running on empty.

Hypnotized by long dead eyes
Too feeble to resist
Enfolded by odorous cloak
Vanished into predawn mist.

2013 Delice1941
15th May2013
Taken Over   Sora was about to finish up his last battle with Xehanort. He was so close to the last swing. But he failed. Something grabbed him and pulled him into the darkness... He couldn't breathe, he couldn't move, he couldn't live...
  Sora opened his eyes. The bright light almost blinding him; he shut them quickly. Sora couldn't move his arms as if he were bound by something; making him hug himself. When he opened his eyes again and adjusted to the light, he looked down at what was binding him. A straight jacket. He tried to free himself but couldn't. Sora looked around at what his surroundings were. The darkness was gone and so were his friends. He was in a white padded room alone. The whiteness just made the light worse. He looked for a door and tried to get himself up but failed. Somehow his head hurt and he felt exhausted. "Where am I", he asked himself in a froggy voice as if he hadn't any water for a long time. Sora swallowed and tried once again to get up. He managed
*Sea Creatures*Ocean monsters haunt this dream
Fearsome fish with scales that gleam
Humongous lobster, ocean big-shot
Crustacean furious caught in pot.

Octopus with coal black eye
I cannot help stangled cry
Electric eels shock and spark
Heart is thumping in the dark.

Dolphins playful, usually
Grow neon lights so they can see
Where we cower in salty fear
Grit our teeth, dawn is near.

So pleased to see morning light
Could really do without this fright
Countless fathoms, ocean deep
Nightmare destroyed dreamless sleep.

2013 Delice1941
15th May2013
WerewolfDon't walk with me
I'll walk alone
I don't want you to see
My yelps, my moan

My ears grow wolf-like
I sprout sharp claws
Don't take a hike
Avoid my jaws

I am a legend
I bite and I growl
Here's the end
Here's my howl
El Silencio Como ArmaHuid Lucifer
Lo que vuestro frenesí ha creado
Se pronuncia hoy por sobre tu trono
Huid, ni el infierno bastara por condena
El Seol se hará paraíso frente a mi demencia
Huid a prisa, te observan al descanso,
Mas en tu infortunio, la fatiga,
Dulce hermana, repudia y aborrece
De todos modos, estimada contraparte,
Es una amante que eternamente te cortejará
¿Aullido de la noche?
¿Habrá para vos temor más insoportable?
¿Mi sigilo en el alba?
La muerte resulta un presente
Enviar licántropos tras tus huellas,
Ver tú alzar ante los molinos de vuestra fuga,
Glorificar la tierra, comerciante de tu gloria,
Regateando los muñones de tu dignidad…
No recuerdo manjar más exquisito
Que ahogara mi vista en tan cruel mueca
Bosques, susurradores de mi nombre
Desiertos, clones de mi colmillo favorito
Y el mar, Leviatán, mi buen amigo…
Haz de tu solaz su talar
Bien comprendo
Tu gana bárbara
...Angry angry i had become,
If it wasn't for him i would have been shunned,
Thinking of what could have happened here,
Grabbed her by the neck pulled her near,
Slam her down into the concrete,
Then picking her back up to her feet,
Throw her back down once again,
Slamming her skull so deep in,
Pick her back up punch her in the face,
Thrown her aside and kick in her waist,
Trying to kill her i would have tried,
Picked her up and tossed her aside,
I surely would have if i had tried,
But luckily the power was inside,
Attempting to kill and rage is still near,
I would have killed her in front of my peers,
Only then would they see the anger in me,
If only it hadn't been for he.
Entering the Twilight ZoneYour tv turns on by itself.
And it tunes into a show.
But this is a different kind of show.
A show unlike any other.

You're tuning into a show from another dimension.
A dimension not only of sight and sound.
But of mind as well.
A show were anything goes.

A show that comes from a land of shadow.
A land of substance.
Of things and ideas.
Where supernatural activity happens regularly.

Use your imagination to unlock that door.
Which leads you into this dimension.
You are entering it.

Submitted for your approval.
A tv show unlike most.
With many twists and turns.
The name of this show?
The Twilight Zone.
IsolationLoneliness's bitter grasp,
Lost and alone forever.
The crash the pain,
The hurt the tears, hope forever severed.

I sit, I wait, for a silent for a silent guardian
Who never will appear.
The on and coming darkness,
I'll just shed one tear.

Silence broke, I shriek
with laughter and profanity.
But there is no humor here,
Just a plain lost of sanity.
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Soft with crows you sumptuous walk,
stroll dark roads entombed in night.
Stolen souls somnolent ceaseless talk,
black tales wove with cunning sight.

Words crack fractured tears of frost,
bare starved branches silent sway.
Stark leaves by cruel winds tossed,
beneath the heavens clouded grey.
  
Blood lies crimsoned on the slate,
dead men stirred sup second life.
Servants sweep from Satan's gate,
summoned to your slaking knife.

So the four ride upon your breath  
PESTILENCE WAR FAMINE DEATH
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*NotenSMSK Dec 22, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I don't know... I feel that perhaps the inversion in different expressions and the choice of words was perhaps not the best you could have done. The work sort of confused me and I don't really know what it was about ^^; while it happens with many works that I am unable to understand the general feel... in this one, the first stanza... I didn't get. The second left a slight feel and the last two played their part well although the last couplet could use a comma or semi colon perhaps. Perhaps if I understood it better I would enjoy it more!
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~Somnolent-Droid Feb 22, 2013
Thanks for the comments! I feel I went in a bit too heavy handed with this one! Too much purple prose. I've since read some of Byron's stuff, and he makes his poetry much more accessible - which is a far better idea!
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*NotenSMSK Feb 27, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
You are welcome and don't take my comment that seriously since I haven't read much of Byron although a friend of mine has. But yea, a bit heavy :nod:
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~Somnolent-Droid Mar 4, 2013
:)
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`dreamsinstatic Oct 26, 2012  Professional Writer
Your fantastic work has been feature in Friday Night Features.
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Mood: Wow! ~Anovoca Oct 21, 2012
Dayum!
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~Somnolent-Droid Oct 21, 2012
Thanks so much for the comment and the fave.

It's my first sonnet, so it was a challenge to use this structure!
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~Anovoca Oct 21, 2012
I never classify my rhyming patters but if I had too they are probably mostly resemble sonnets. I love the sonnets use of the two lines at the end to add a bit of finality to the poem.
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~Somnolent-Droid Oct 21, 2012
Hmm, I'm the same I just write however feels right to me. But this is for a poetry contest and a Shakespearean Sonnet was specified.
I just thought those two lines had to really bring the poem to an end, so I'm glad you think it worked! :)
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~Anovoca Oct 21, 2012
I was speaking of sonnets in a general sense but yes you did a good job with it here as well
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