As darkness creeps across the room
Your heart is filled with silent dread
You hear a groan from deepest gloom
It says that soon you will be dead
From every shadow they can see
You are not safe within your bed
No way to let your spirit free
It knows that soon you will be dead
You hear them close on every side
They cannot be inside your head
Reality can't be denied
You know that soon you will be dead
As darkness creeps across the room
They know that soon you will be dead
For you no morning sun will rise
These ancient demons must be fed
Their darkness will engulf your eyes
So very soon you will be dead
You cannot move your legs and arms
The covers feel like sheets of lead
You are restrained by evil charms
And very soon you will be dead
An ice cold feeling in your spine
To mortal terror you are wed
With spectres waiting in a line
Who know that soon you will be dead
For you no morning sun will rise
Before the dawn you will be dead
Your limbs are gripped by unseen beasts
Who'd give your body in their stead
At Halloween each phantom feasts
Before they feed you will be dead
Your mind recoils before their moans
You feel you're dangling by a thread
They sing to you in dread-filled tones
Before they end you will be dead
You wake a mess of fear and sweat
Perhaps they've heard the case you pled
They will return to feel you fret
When they give up you will be dead
Your limbs are gripped by unseen beasts
When they let go you will be dead
Author notes
Triple modified Kyrielle sonnet (the last lines of each stanza are not identical, but clearly closely related) or possibly a triple Kyriellish sonnet?
A contest entry
- Die of Fright by fatality-rhymed77.
600 points, ended October 23, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Oh, the form is meaty and delicious, like a good London broil and the story was intoxicating like a fine port wine.
Congrats on the bronze Jeff!
Sincerely,
mj.
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This has such an existential feel to it.. Loved it!
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You did a great job with this contest! I love how the lines are similar at the end of each stanza - it really emphasizes the point. Fantastic job!
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Well Amera said its best
my words arent needed
great job
Tory
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Oooo… I love it when you take the cloak of the dark genre and wrap it around the reader’s soul. The modification you did to the form is absolutely perfect and goes with the imagery as does the darkness that swallows the reader. Bravo!
Love,
Amera♥
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