Dead
Malice of all life aside,
As I stand the horse astride
Jocund expression turns to fear.
With opened eyes and ears I hear,
The sounds of Hell’s hounds baying.
How they have found me last staying,
Repose is over, they express their rancor.
They seek to taste my flesh’s flavor,
Multitudinous hounds of Hell,
Consort with master, obey his will.
I clamored up the mountainous pile,
Of past victims, who showed no guile.
I can only hope my posterity,
Will not meet the same fate as me.
The Devil showed largess, generosity,
By giving a free lead to me.
The hounds catch up and I try to bribe,
Them so that I may stay alive.
Their simple minds will have no swaying,
All their thoughts of me are staying,
In Hell for eternal torment and pain.
I trip and fall and rise again,
A Hell hound leaps upon my back,
My life ends as my neck goes, crack!
I stare upon my body, lifeless,
And I wish I could have survived this one test.
A contest entry
- Great Stories!! by Andy Stephenson.
350 points, ended April 30, 2007, 24 entries
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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this is a really good read. I was totally getting the vibe from it. awesome poem
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interesting
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simplistic- effective- bround breaking- ball breaking malisious and fucking down right spigin awsome
loved it
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Hmm
This is short, sweet, and poetic. It does tell a story, but I was not really looking for poems in this contest. Thanks for entering.
Andy
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