From midnight hollow the moon shines bright,
Unto our breast and brow.
Carrying the knife she said, to
Kill her childrens souls.
Ebony clouds watch the house above, as the
Rusty blade breaks flesh and bone.
Save them from the devil's touch, but now she burns in hell.












Comments
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What is a 100% chance of getting a fifty-fifty chance at getting 50%?
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i'm gay
The poem itself is well put together, and conveys a great sense of the macabre. The end seems somewhat abrupt, but that may just have been the style you were creating.
Overall, a very nice piece.
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My own brother, a goddam, shitsucking vampire. Boy, you wait till mom finds out buddy! --The Lost Boys
Niiiiiiice
Bomber ( > : D
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I can't help it if you look like a freak. We're all freaks. Get over it.
Anyway, this would be wonderful if you made it into some short story or poem, and the overall composition of this piece is great! Keep up the good work
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What is a 100% chance of getting a fifty-fifty chance at getting 50%?
but I admire writers more when they could still keep a sense of humor.
and the hidden word works almost like a last line to the poem. nice.
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reach out and touch faith!
inappropriately.
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