July 6, 2016

A day commenced and drew the light
Where dimness was the early plight
Such horror in the tarried night
Still harrowed by the gruesome sight

A rose of black with teeth and eyes
A smell of death then did arise
The rotting corpses far away
But tied I was and forced to stay

The dreams of terror pulled me in
Though still I wonder at my sin
Where merry laughter, flowed sublime
Twas punished through the chills of time

Type: Poetry

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