The curse

in the shadow of the forest
on a bed of rotten leaves
where life and death can't coexist
sleeps the king of callous thieves.

in times gone by and yet to come
the callous king would steal
the soul of every wearisome
turn their hearts to coldest steel.

the heartless soul would wander then
alone unloved despised
with darkness shining brighter
in the callous king's cold eyes.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

You created the scene and transported us to it...and then introduced us to the character. Very well written. The imagery is wonderful. I feel as though you left me hanging, though. I would like to know more about this callous king and the curse he is under....or does he put a curse on the kingdom? Lydi**

[Lourisa]

Lydia, I think another reviewer felt the same as you did about this poem. I will work on adding more to make the story more complete. To me the poem (as most of my poems) is about depression, how it steals the very essence of your soul and left you wandering. But maybe turning it into a longer story is not such a bad idea. Thanks for your review, I appreciate it.

[zainul]

Great curse indeed.
Dark yet thought provoking piece.

[Dr. Wood ?]

whooo

creepy and creative