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Death Role

Death Role

A Poem by Tina Kline
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This is a collaboration with Ghost.

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The fog coils and drifts about lazily

On the air wind chimes sing peacefully

But in the night menace crouches and waits

From the river comes its scent heavy with hate

 

He lay dead beneath the water wrapped in chains

Murdered and disposed of, his dark soul found flames

Then he made a pact with Satan for undead life

For all eternity he must kill with the Death Knife

 

His black eyes opened and he broke the chains that bound

He wields the knife forged by Satan, echoes of death surround

He rose from his watery grave and sensed no one near

He knows they will return to their home and vengeance will sear

 

His dark soul hungers for human blood and human flesh

He needs this life essence to once again make him fresh

The grayish fog coils and twists like serpents slithering around

The sudden absence of the wind silences the wind chime sound

 

He smells the scent of them in the cold air

His Death Knife is ready for a blood nightmare

Without their blood and flesh his body will feel decay

He would continue in agony each darkened day

 

He turns in the direction their scent comes from

In his dead heart he knows what must be done

With his Death Knife in hand bloody killing will soon be done

His victims won’t be alive long enough to see the rise of the sun

 

They do not see him as he quickly draws near

He slices into them as they scream in surprise and fear

All 4 are dead long before they arrive to their home

Then he drinks their blood and eats their flesh down to the bone

 

With a full belly he looks to the dark sky and laughs

Then in triumphal glee his blood stained hands he claps

His body now feels fresh, so alive and not dead and raw

Even so, the scent of more humans in the nearby city does draw

 

He heads toward the city with death and blood on his undead mind

A hunger to kill and devour fills his black soul and cannot be left behind

With the Death Knife in his wicked hands and no way to be killed

Wherever he wanders he creates a trail of coffins forever sealed

© 2010 Tina Kline


Author's Note

Tina Kline
This is a collaboration with Ghost. I think we came up with a fantastic horror poem/story. It was great fun working on this with him.

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This is pretty spooky and eerie. Great collaboration between you and Ghost. This piece gives me the chills!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

amazing flow giving more depth to this than is spoken in the plot and scenery

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

very cool collabration .. very creepy and suspenseful ... great job from both of you... it turned out well!!!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very chilling and creepy. This is an exceptional write. Fantastic collaboration.

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

oh you did a good job with this dark horror story... fantastic flow too. a wonderful collaboration.

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I agree. It is a great horror poem/story. Flows great and intently to the very end. I like the reference to the wind chimes. I find they have an eerie sound.
Sets the mood well. Lots of picturesque description.

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

It was fun working with you and blending our styles together. I think we came up with some great lines.

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Added on August 29, 2010
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Tags: murder, death, undead, revenge

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