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Midnights Voice

Rookie - 781 Points (November 3,1950 / Selma, Alabama)

The Witches of the Southern Hemisphere


The screeching witches are in agony...
Fly by.
A thief with no remorse has set them by...
by bye.
A half moon sets at just after 1 am,
bits and byes.
They cross the Southern Hemisphere,
to cries.
In a cloudless sky like shooting stars
going by.

Oh! the wrongful witches will seek revenge
Taking toil on the acts of perversion
They have been persecuted to.
Beware fiend your days are due tonight
And darkness your toll will ring
And resounding far and wide your
Pain will seem miniscule to the universe of pain.

Love seems silly to my heart,
My heart is silly in love
Take this perfect Sunset
Imprint it unto forever
Forever, forever, forever.

Now my light fades upon
My page of words, upon
... upon the shadow creeping in.
Kiss the twilight
The Elvin delight

Take me to the darkness of night.
Where I can no longer see the words I write.
Into the soul of darkness let me hide,
by bye.
In my image and not God's...
by and bye

Submitted: Monday, July 29, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013

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  • Rookie - 333 Points Sara Fielder (8/14/2013 7:51:00 AM)

    Very creepy, melancholy penning my friend that had the powerful effect of running a chill down my spine. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 8,971 Points Heather Wilkins (8/11/2013 8:45:00 PM)

    second read. excellent write on the witches. take me to the darkest night where I can no longer see the words I write (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 12,505 Points Valsa George (8/7/2013 7:51:00 AM)

    You, son of Midnight!
    Why seek to steal into the soul of night?
    We pray God to spare you from all those nasty witches
    That prowl the night to give humans only itches! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 421 Points Shahzia Batool (8/4/2013 11:18:00 PM)

    Many lines are strong in impact...like:
    Take this perfect Sunset
    Imprint it unto forever
    Forever, forever, forever. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,391 Points Kevin Patrick (7/30/2013 9:23:00 PM)

    Pickled mouth witches prowl the sky,
    making enchantments with toads eyes,
    their blackened humour reaches my femur
    Possessing my muscles like disembodied lever

    Rather much like you poem Mr Midnight, I've always enjoyed a good witch my aunt is one, among other things in that department. Great read (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 6,304 Points Neela Nath (7/29/2013 9:22:00 PM)

    Dark poem.The atmosphere you drew here has a superb pictorial quality.Agony is alive in words. (Report) Reply

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