Night Ritual. Poem by Therese Anne Schmidt
Night Ritual.
Rating: ★5.0
Around, all around, the dark memories gather.
My dread grows as the headsman's axe
falls against my neck.
It severs me, and darkly my blood drips
to the cold, uncaring tombstones.
In unholy terror I flail madly
while the Reaper laughs cruelly.
Now alone, my blood falls upon uncaring eyes
This is your love.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
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I had a nightmare which inspired meto write this.
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4/25/2024 10:35:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Darkside verse is acridly graphic and ineffabally morose...But you know what? That's exactly how this fairly popular poetic style was meant to be penned...Well Done, young lady! ~FjR~