night ritual

as the mourners gather, 

i lye awake, 

my dread grows as the dagger of your words falls against my heart, 

as it crushes me down, 

in the darkness of the night, 

life's blood drips to the cold uncaring tombstones, 

in the unholy terror, 

i beg forgiveness, 

while the reaper surrounds me, 

now all alone, 

my cry of mercy falls, 

upon the darkened eyes, 

this is my doom 

Reviews

[M. J. Smith]

The image this brings to mind is you as a goth teen reading for a literature class! 😆 Lol! That girl all in black with vaguely. Vampire-esque aura. And one day, she surprises everyone with a hidden talent. This sounds like that poem. Shades of Poe or Lovecraft. Beautiful, creepy, moving, all at the same time.

[jennifer little]

thanks for the review