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Aug 27, 2005 19:45


Last Halloween

The leaves seemed to paint the sky,
With orange, yellow, and red,
As the lady as pale as the moon,
Mumbled, and crawled out of bed

It was silent at first,
Not a shadow to be seen,
On this twisted, and dark,
Late halloween

The door bell had rang,
But not a kid in sight,
Only a small letter left on the doorstep,
Readable in candle light

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squirrelzr4kidz August 28 2005, 00:42:14 UTC


The Chamber

A dark envious flame, flickering ever so small

Casting a pitiful looking silhouette along the crimson colored wall

Torture and muffled screams heard far away

Causing the weak minded to fall over and sway

Continuous beatings of a chain

Pain that no one would ever dare to feign

Skulls resting in layers of dust

Axes, shackles and spears left in their spots to rust

A rotten scent wafts through the air

Finishing off the corpses that remain there

A lonely chamber, filled with a dieing mans cry

The torturers only care, when they shrivel and die

I recently wrote this poem

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witheredtears August 28 2005, 00:43:56 UTC
wow, that's brilliant!
Seriously, very, very good. And I also love that writing style. It's one I can't do very well at all, but you manage to pull it off! Props!

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foreverntoday August 28 2005, 00:50:32 UTC
It's very good Star (:
You write very well,
You're talented (:

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fyreproof August 28 2005, 01:27:40 UTC
That's awesome! You did a really good job ♥

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ganglystickman August 28 2005, 03:05:35 UTC
COOKIE

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