Morgan Shepherd

Twisted Love

The dead lie still as the mist creeps about;
Midnight falls, turning dead into undead;
They rise, they walk, they spread terror throughout;
Turning friend into foe, blood shining red.

She wakes, startled and shaken by the dream;
He shoves the knife through her heart with a grin;
Her lungs then collapse, drowning out her scream;
He walks calmly away, just one more sin.

The sun rises, forcing shadows to shrink;
She sleeps now, serene, deep down in her grave;
He stands, smiling, on Insanity's brink,
His love for her twisted in his mind's cave.

If he killed her, she could love no other;
Kill her he did, thinking of another.

This is the first sonnet I've ever's in iambic pentameter.
Any comments, positive or otherwise would be helpful.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 10, 2010

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  • Desiree Burdick (3/28/2010 7:36:00 PM)

    haha, that is very twisted love great job :)

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  • Manonton Dalan (3/10/2010 8:20:00 PM)

    morgan this is a ROCK SONG... OH! MY! thanks md

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