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Aurora Martin

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

9 poems·Since March 2013

Gamer girl that has big dreams and big poems, Aiming to work for Disney in future on actual writings

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The Pit

October 4, 2013

The horrors are closing in everywhere,

from the pit to the rats dirty hair.

I’m on my own once again,

but I ‘ll live till the very end.

I have seen horrors before this,

 but the one that I fear most,

 is in the Pit.

 

The pit is all on its own,

 with something deep within.

It’s creatures are unknown to me,

 but its worse than sin.

It has an evil orange glow,

 from the fires of hell deep within.

 

A pendulum swings above me

over my heart it sings.

It’s eerie tones do frighten thee,

for when it hits the wall it’s metal rings.

 

The pit is all on its own,

 with something deep within.

It’s creatures are unknown to me,

 but its worse than sin.

It has an evil orange glow,

 from the fires of hell deep within.

 

The dungeon I’m in doth cry for blood,

But mine, I’m afraid is little more than mud.

For you see I am as crazy as the,

 sun in a cell.

 

The pit is all on its own,

 with something deep within.

It’s creatures are unknown to me,

 but it’s worse than sin.

It has an evil orange glow,

 from the fires of hell deep within.

 

Do not make my mistake my friends,

unless your life is worthless,

till the end.

 

AIHHHH (a high pitched scream)

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