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The Dead

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Dark Muse
, 11-23-2008 at 03:46 PM (1606 Views)
The Dead

Dead
they weep
as they sleep
eyeless and bound
within the crypt they keep
forbidden they speak not a sound
the lost that can never again be found
upon black sorrows and misery they are fed
softly, slowly through the mire they creep
with blood and bone they are well crowned
Kings and Queens of the deep
let loose death's hounds
as they sleep,
they weep
dead
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  1. Alt+Ctrl+Delete's Avatar
    I like it!
  2. Dark Muse's Avatar
    Thank you, this style is near impossibly difficult
  3. 1n50mn14's Avatar
    Ah, neat-o! How much patience this must have taken :P
  4. PabloQ's Avatar
    DM,
    How creepy is it that it looks like a Christmas ornament? But seriously, the form has got to be a bear and the rhyming pattern is truly creative.
  5. Dark Muse's Avatar
    Hehe I have not thought of it as looking like an ortamanet before but I can see what you mean.

    Yes, it is not one I use very often. It is quite difficult