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Literature Text
To paint a scene of mythic horrors
Take dim lit room and darkest corners
Find a child huddled there, cradled tight in his despair
Silent here for not his murmurs,
murmuring out a prayer
He asks the keeper keep to keeping
While all his guardians tucked in sleeping
Ignorant of the shadows creeping
Slow across the hallway floor, standing now outside his door
Somewhere near the sound of breathing,
breaths too heavy to ignore
Then just outside there raised a howl
A distant boom and monstrous growl
Envisions he a ghostly cowl
Afloat across the yard in prowl
Come to steal his soul away, curtains hold the fiend at bay
With scrapes across the window scowls,
scowling out in its dismay
The shutters joined the fray with flapping
Hard against the walls their rapping
While all around began a tapping
With no relent unceasing clapping
the pitter-patter's endless lapping
Solace to the boy then came, raptured from this fearful bane
Slowly drifts his mind towards napping,
napping through a night of rain
Now from this scene we shall take our leave
No horrors left for me to weave
Daylight comes, shadows recede. Weary minds no more to feed
His childish fears forced to perceive,
perceptions turned to ghoulish dreams
Take dim lit room and darkest corners
Find a child huddled there, cradled tight in his despair
Silent here for not his murmurs,
murmuring out a prayer
He asks the keeper keep to keeping
While all his guardians tucked in sleeping
Ignorant of the shadows creeping
Slow across the hallway floor, standing now outside his door
Somewhere near the sound of breathing,
breaths too heavy to ignore
Then just outside there raised a howl
A distant boom and monstrous growl
Envisions he a ghostly cowl
Afloat across the yard in prowl
Come to steal his soul away, curtains hold the fiend at bay
With scrapes across the window scowls,
scowling out in its dismay
The shutters joined the fray with flapping
Hard against the walls their rapping
While all around began a tapping
With no relent unceasing clapping
the pitter-patter's endless lapping
Solace to the boy then came, raptured from this fearful bane
Slowly drifts his mind towards napping,
napping through a night of rain
Now from this scene we shall take our leave
No horrors left for me to weave
Daylight comes, shadows recede. Weary minds no more to feed
His childish fears forced to perceive,
perceptions turned to ghoulish dreams
Literature
Demons are Smarter Than You
The mist obediently hovers within the binding circle, coming once more and tamely to my call. How raucous it was when first I summoned it! How loudly it roared its name to the ceiling—how silent were the heavens that night. But now it is silent when it arrives, as silent as the heavens when I call, for I have bade it so. With it comes the sulfurous reek of its home and its own pets—a pair of tiny bat-winged imps no larger than my hand—and a deepening of the shadows in my basement conjury.
The fool has cast his spells of summoning again, and never were more clichéd words uttered than in this room. He thinks I am silent because he ordered
Literature
October Eyes
Such gentle colors drip across your freckled shoulder blades.
A quilt of puddled watercolors soaked in auburn shades.
Spun of golden rivulets and rinsed in autumn skies,
So many endless currents swimming through your lonesome eyes.
Brushing under fingertips and over shattered songs,
Unraveling like morning glaze against my paling palms.
With beauty like October hills and hollow as the skies,
The water drops against the earth will be our lullaby.
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for unseeing eyes
laden with sky
we stumbled
and painted mockingbirds
on loveless branches
folding in our slender limbs
and ducking under our own
voices, fidgety and frail
against the wall of night.
between the dipping blades
and drawn shoulders
we learned to craft our words
steady-soft,
a drumming rain
that carved canyons
in open hearts and
drew the sunshine to
our supping lips.
keen-eyed, we watched
remembering the weight
of unseeing eyes
and scalding remarks
and we learned to slip
the noose-knots and slide
through the soul-cracks
and somehow
build kingdoms under
upturned noses.
with lyrical uncertainty
and tender determinat
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This was an idea I have been working on for months. The original two verses of this poem were written in a night and since then it took me F-O-R-E-V-E-R to find an ending I felt was good enough to hold up. I am still a bit iffy on the ending for this one but I am starting to feel rushed to get this out for the holiday.
This piece was heavily inspired by Edgar A. Poe and starts off using a familiar rhyming scheme for Poe's poetry. THe poem attempts to demonstrates how a child's imagination begins to run away on him when he is scared. With each verse he gets more afraid and his mind finds more noises to pick up and exacerbate his fear. This is brought across by adding a line in every verse.
This piece was heavily inspired by Edgar A. Poe and starts off using a familiar rhyming scheme for Poe's poetry. THe poem attempts to demonstrates how a child's imagination begins to run away on him when he is scared. With each verse he gets more afraid and his mind finds more noises to pick up and exacerbate his fear. This is brought across by adding a line in every verse.
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This was quite a nice work and I really enjoyed it. First, congrats on the DD. I would say that it really was worth it.
Now I won't critique stanza wise... I feel that not required here. Just a question before I start... you were inspired by the Raven either directly or indirectly? I feel that might be the case although it is in no way necessary.
Now onwards to the work. I like it. That is the most basic sentence. The rhyming scheme was enjoyable. It reminded me of Poe but the way the first 3 lines rhymed (varying in stanza's) and then there was assonance in one line... rhyme repeated and then rhyming with the assonance... it was enjoyable. It sounded aaabab with the first b having assonance.
It flowed off well in terms of meter and so technically, I found there nothing out of order. There were slight grammatical errors perhaps but to be honest I try to ignore ones that I feel the writer might have intended. Poetry shouldn't be that strict. The story is another thing that reminds me of Poe and the Raven specifically. I like it nevertheless and it follows quite well, and is not hard to understand. It has its foreboding feeling but for me it was shadowed by the "Raven" feel.
The varying stanza style was a bit of a distraction. In one there is aabab then aaabab and then aaaaabab. I felt the last one a bit awkward and it sort of disappointed me. But I guess it is a major portion of the story and you were unable to reduce it since you might have cut off some major areas that way.
Over all a fine work. Rhyming is well done (perhaps simple) but the scheme distracted me. Originality is a bit low due to it reminding me of Poe.