Last poem for the evening, so you know it's gonna be dark. Ha ha ha ha ha ha. Coments welcome as you know.

Hallowed ground





The altar shined like burnished wood,


I look upon it, Satan just once stood.


To him and the coven, we need virgins blood,


On our search the rains did come, boots grow heavy with the mud.





Through the night, we watched and waited,


So soon our master , would be mated.


We have our Virgin, clean and pure,


On this night of nights, I must be sure.





We tie her to the altar by moon light,


Her bright green eyes, filled with pure fright.


Hush little virgin, I beesech thee now


your home's in hell, we'll show you how.





She screamed, she fought, with all her might


The darklord himself looked at the sight.


Dagger exposed, above her left breast,


It won't be now my love, eternal rest.

Last poem for the evening, so you know it's gonna be dark. Ha ha ha ha ha ha. Coments welcome as you know.
A little warped but I like it;)
Reply:Really morbid. Good though, I like it alot!!!
Reply:Oh god. WOW. How special. Good poem though.
Reply:It's bizarre.
Reply:Very good. You are an expert at writing dark poems. You should write a book of only dark poems. that would be really awsome.


:)


kara
Reply:I was a 6.5 lb baby how abouy you?????
Reply:Steve, another!! Sounds like that scene out of Harry Potter!!! Do you share your writing with yur kids/wife????? If it were me, i'd be getting some odd looks! Any way, you've hit it outta the park. Man, I've got another favorite of yours!



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