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Dark Hell
Contributed by
keila
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Thursday, 21st April 2005 @ 04:02:24 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Dark
there is nothing,
walking down,
still nothing
smell of decay and death,
but still nothing,
the cape that hangs on your sholders
drags the cold damp dark floor,
this but nothing more,
some stairs,
then your in the deepest pits,
body bleeding oozing gore,
some decaying on the floor,
others hang by limbs from the celing,
other crucifyed,mangled and headless,
this is what you think that hell is,
you find your tresure,
but its not what you think
not gold nor riches,
alone on the floor near the hole in the wall
a tatered and torn,
the broken girl hides,
not beautiful anymore.
take her hand help her up
your tresure,
from the hell you saught to find
Copyright ©
keila
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2005-04-21 16:02:24]
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Re: Dark Hell
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by shelby on
Thursday, 21st April 2005 @ 04:15:06 PM AEST
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spine chilling and dark wonderfully done
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Re: Dark Hell
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 21st April 2005 @ 07:41:27 PM AEST
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Very nice. This is dark but splendidly lovelely. Again, nicely done.
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