allan wood

Estella - Poem by allan wood

Do you not hear the shrieks of her complaint,
As she faces eternal damnation?
Lamentations echo without restraint,
Without moderation!

As wild wind whirls 'round, I hear her cry cold,
And she pleads thus, "Help me, heal me, free me,
From this inferno; I have paid tenfold.
Please save me, I beg thee! "

My frame then fails me, as these words I hear,
And I drop as a dead body would fall.
For, her poison snare has entered my ear.
My back is to the wall.

Ah, but what am I expected to do,
How can I save her from this Nether Hell?
With saddened soul, I must bid Adieu,
Till, tolls the final bell!

10-10-10-6 syllable count.

Topic(s) of this poem: dark

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 31, 2016

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