The Catacombs of Darkness

May 6, 2014

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.

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thisispoetryprojectJun 13, 2014

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! :)