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The Girl in the Wall
Contributed by
LuckIrony
on
Friday, 2nd December 2011 @ 08:09:10 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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The crisp snapping of twigs and the crunching of leaves.
Soft autumn air caressing barren trees.
A light, sad tune reached mine ears
As I stepped from the path, it rang more clear.
My feet found the hollow from where the voice rang,
Wondering if I could forget this day.
The prettiest girl wrapped by a crumbling wall,
Eyes the brightest blue as I stood in awe.
She did not waver as those eyes caught mine,
Giving me a nod as she continued her rhyme.
Approaching with caution to absorb her warmth
As I would the sun in a cold winter month.
Her face did not move as it stared upon mine,
Those expressionless features sending chills up my spine.
I reasoned the song unnatural and dead,
So must be the damsel! a voice screamed in my head.
I picked up a brick to rebuild the wall,
To silence her voice once and for all!
She never resisted so I never asked
But her tune grew violent as I continued my task.
Brick by brick till only one was left
Cold eyes at the opening aware of her death.
Slamming the brick into its place
I was freed of the stare and angelic face.
The song stopped sharply and silence fell,
My knees hitting the ground of the now empty dell.
That gorgeous song will not sound again
All for the fear of what I could not understand.
But it is too late for her heart has stopped
The once beautiful angel now completely lost.
Picking myself up, I searched for the path
Racing away from the forests wrath.
The wind it bit like a hell-hound unleashed,
Trees ripping at fabric as I gained more speed.
It knew I killed the songbird which gave it life,
Now vowing to take mine to relieve its strife.
I finally escaped into the light of the sun,
Steadily slowing from my break-neck run.
Out into the open I could forget my deed
And the clear blue eyes that had pierced through me.
My pace resumed now calm and sure,
Swearing that I would never speak a word.
Eventually I will forget with the passage of time
For what is done, is done, so ends this rhyme.
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LuckIrony
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2011-12-02 20:09:10]
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Re: The Girl in the Wall
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by doug on
Saturday, 3rd December 2011 @ 02:57:37 PM AEST
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| That had some really , really creepy images in it. Well done. A good original story , stirring words that provoke nice creepy mental images and a good bit of suspense. Keep writing... you've got a knack for it... I can tell. Really enjoyed it , truly , Doug |
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