Die Young, Live Forever

Playing with the horror genre established into a poem. ^.^

She never knew what hit her,

It didn't make a sound.

Her bashed-in head,

Blood coated clothes,

That's how they found her.

So young! the mother cried,

They held her back, her sobbing loud.

The cross she clenched,

Until it burned,

Through her tiny, fighting fingers.

Fingernails scrape the concrete,

Beneath the girl's motionless body.

Awake she was,

Awake she rose,

But she was ever so dead.

Author's Note

My attempt at horror. Not sure if it's horror enough >.< Please comment.

Reviews

[Christopher Booyakasha]

Whoa. That was pretty intense. I like it. Scary even. NIce Job!

[Aysia]

Thank you! :)

[Christopher Booyakasha]

You're welcome! ;-)

[Danny Sanchez]

Interesting. I think you did well at a first attempt. I enjoyed it.

[Aysia]

Thank you! :)

[Echezonachukwu Nduka]

...And then again,the title suits the lines perfectly well...

[Aysia]

thank you :)

[Echezonachukwu Nduka]

...This is the first story ever told.Yes!,the first of it's kind in poetry...