The Catacombs of Darkness

Tue, 05/06/2014 - 16:12 -- disb_b

What evil could take a loved one?

Who would dare shed innocent blood?

It is this evil I fear, but it is

 Far too late he has captured me.

       I felt darkness mesmerize me

As I fell into a deep spell

All my senses were cast down

As silenced creped in.

The depths of my soul

Cried out to me as I entered

Into a state of comatose

All is silent again.

As death trickled my mind

Memories of yesterday flashed

Right in front of me as

Pictures of what it could be.



You've created a consistent and enchanting mood in this poem with your careful choice of words. Great job! I can't wait to read more! :)

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