Creative-Poems

		Author Name: Marluxia
		Date Added: November 16, 2009 17:11:56	1 Comments
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Category: Horror

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Sanctuary

This place, so dark, nothing is visible
Poisoned by ink, darker than the night sky
The moon's glow, eerie and miserable
Screams of the dying, can you hear the cries?
Footsteps can be heard yet nothing still lives
The souls of forgotten litter the floor
So merciless, death is the only gift
Blood stains the walls of this dead corridor
Cold like that of hell's only emotion
The sun does not shine, the moon shows no light
Negative this place, filed with corruption
Torture the helpless despite what is right
The screams, relaxing. Thoughts no longer here
Continue suffering, the end draws near

Author's Notes:

My second sonnet. This one was a little difficult to piece together, but, so far most sonnets are.
Rather morbid I thought, but it has a nice essence and I feel a good visualisation of what's going on in this decrepit pseudo world where my thoughts tend to linger.

Any tips with sonnets would be nice, I seem to be taking a liking to them, despite difficulty. We all need a challenge though, right?

Enjoy!

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	Comment By: Pamela A. Lamppa on December 11, 2009 12:05:40 AM	Report
	A Sanctuary born in the deep throes of Hell I'd say. Interesting little sonnet style here, and VERY effective. Nice use of more complex rhyme in this. You have a way with words sir. Nicely done. ~Pamela Respond To This Comment