Wicked Some

Wicked Some

Of choice and chance, where thought has danced, across the darken sky, streaked beams of lightened hopes and dreams like tears from lovers eyes.

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Forever, never be there more, alight deaths-grin on darkened door, to lay upon a wicked dread, a heavy yoke upon your head.

How roses fragrant with decay and wilt like sheaves so wretched reaped, in proper time, kill willful minds, as others thoughts have steeped.

Reviews

[Brittany Zedalis]

oooo, delightfully creepy. Great work! ^-^

[Dhaye]

Very interesting because of intriguing concept. The tone was deepen by effective sound effect.
Bravo!

[daemok]

You did a lot of prep on the dramatic flare, an animated photo and a song? Very cool and creepy. The poem itself is very descriptive, I like it.

[Sami Khalil]

"A heavy yoke of yesterday,

appears to torment lovers bed.




How roses fragrant with decay"

Your poems are steeped in mystery. Well written as usual...:)..........................