The Countess Splash of crimson stained the satin Her eyes wide as the knife came down.
Updated 08-20-2008 at 09:32 PM by Dark Muse
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Rats I was hoping for an entry on the glories of our beloved Countess of Litnet for which I could post a fawning comment to maintain my place amongst her followers (relegated to the background of late twould seem). On the other hand my ignorance of poetry is expose again. I simply don't know what this means though thoughts of Lady Macbeth or an Agatha Christie mystery beginning came to mind. You are intriguing to say the least.
Hehe yes I did write this poem with the intent of giving it a certain feel of mystery to it. It is a bit vauge and alluding on purpose.
very nice creepy but short poem, I love the imagery in it, very ghoulish...
Hehe thank you very much
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