Death Wears A Blood Red Cloak

October 31, 2011
Death is watching and seeking you out.

Death with his gaunt look is sending you down.

Death is turning you into a blood stiffened corpse,

completely covering you with that scarlet horror.

Death is making you mad with deadly terror.

Death is watching and waiting for your error.

You run at death with your dagger in hand,

but death doesn’t take it lightly because he kills you where you stand.

Death may kill you but before you die.

Death will make you scream a shrill sharp cry.

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Resonating_Words said...
Dec. 17, 2011 at 11:29 pm

So even if this was horrible, I would be compelled to enjoy it because you used one of my favorite words ("gaunt").

However, this is far from horrible. I. Thuroughly. Enjoyed. This. Poem. And I can hardly say this truthfully. But you made something interesting and well done. 

I'm digging your word choices, the structure of it has a wonderful simplicity with a semi-rhyme that isn't overpowering or forced, and the personification of death simply tickled my fancy.

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ethan_bane_hope replied...
Dec. 17, 2011 at 11:42 pm
wow thanks for the comment and the confidence:) and if i could like this comment i would. (tickled my fancy.) havent heard anything like that in a long time. of course, over there it was tickled my fantasy. glad you enjoyed it. just to let you knoe... you made me giggle :) hahaha "tickled my fancy")!!!!  *like!!!*
Resonating_Words replied...
Dec. 18, 2011 at 12:52 am
XD Well I'm glad to have brought a moment of joy to you :)
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