Lessons learned of evil
in an old forgotten room,
the darkness is so brutal;
an atmospheric gloom.
In the air, a melody lingers
of solitude pronounced.
Music set to score,
though no musician was announced.
The dead took center stage
as the curtain went up in smoke.
The door to the chamber opened
and inside, what dared to poke?
A hovering mist, solidified
as a stench did fill the air.
Black magic entered soundlessly
and the dead did turn and stare.
A feast fit for the ghouls
was served to all that came.
The lavish spread of souls
was soon to be set aflame.
Above the haunting melody,
their piercing shrieks were heard.
Tis too late for men to beg
when their bodies are interred.
Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland
Ooooh, I love it, Shelby.
Leslie
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Thank you Leslie. I am in a ‘deep and dark’ place at the moment and I fear that I shall remain there for some time to come.
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Don’t let it consume you, Shelby. You’ve taken on a noble and important battle. Take a break if you need it, but come back full of passion because we need you.
Leslie
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Hey Ms. Shelby, I see you have changed gears. This is a most beautiful piece however dark and somewhat cold. I really like it a lot.
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Thank you HLJ! I think this comes from what I see when I take a look around at what seems to be happening to the very soul of mankind. Again, I sincerely thank you for the compliment on this one!
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Thank you sis
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Any time HLJ, any time!
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