Poem

[ShadowFire]

The Curse

You pathetic wretch
Lower than the bellies of ants
Fouler than the tar of poison
Speak not

I shall burn thee
Ash darker than midnight
Mixed with crimson blood
May the ground reject thee

Devourer of dreams
Live in this nightmare
Thy unheard screams for eternity
Feel the pain you have caused

None shall suffer but thee
The moon sleeps and the stars blink
You shall be gone, banded
For I say it, and it shall be so

[Silven]

A dark piece of writing, energetic in the reading, yet laxed in its approach, vindictive and spiteful yet somehow... deserved.

Sounds like a cigarette talking!

Very good writing, I love the free flowing nature of this poem, it does not feel restricted in any way.

Sorry nothing to critique!

[qimissung]

What a wonderful, imaginative curse! I (almost) wouldn't mind having it delivered to me!

[ShadowFire]

Thanks for your comments

[Shurtugal]

Oh, shadowfire, a wonderful curse, i was not expecting this! which makes that more wonderful to read. yes, a noble curse...
just curious, where you thinking of someone in particular as you wrote this?
what inspired you for this one, or was it just comeing out for now apparent reason and all of a sudden, bam, it was there.

[ShadowFire]

Thank you for your comment. I was not thinking of a person specific, but I have you know it was for a reason. I was extremely upset at the time and needed to let it out. So I was angry, but not at a person. I hope this answers your question.

[RG57]

You could call it 'The Curse'. I think it is powerful, sounds almost Old Testament.

[ShadowFire]

Thanks for the idea RG57!! I love it.

[RG57]

Any time ShadowFire