The Catacombs of Darkness

Tue, 05/06/2014 - 16:12 -- disb_b

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.

Comments

thisispoetryproject

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! :)

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