Dark Star (Photo credit: cloud2013)
I smell death on you
I smell disease
I sense blood soaked nights
To keep you pleased
I smell deep decay
Of the nocturnal kind
The sad debris
Of victims left behind
I sense the Reaper’s smile
Upon your jackal face
And all that withers here
Your cold love replaced
I smell death on you
It’s in your staring eyes
The moment you appear
To lost and dull surprise
I smell the end of hope
All of the kindness gone
You chose the darkest star
To wish upon
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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Dark and gloomy. Moody. Very powerful!
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Nicely rhymed, the nocturne feeling is present from start to finish. I especially liked the ending.
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No seriously, I had a shower this morning, I swear.
LOLOL!! 🙂 🙂
very strong and very dark – black really. 🙂
Yes, it was meant to be one of the darkest things I’ve written. 🙂
“You chose the darkest star
to wish upon.” My goodness gracious, blown away.
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Whoa! I got goosbumps. Wow excellent Helen! 😉 hugggs
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wonderfully disturbing. Great job.
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Love this!!! That third stanza brilliant I love the foreboding atmosphere you always amaze and inspire =)
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agree with chatty owl – raises goosebumps
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Very powerful image, and very disturbing. A goosebumpy experience! liked it!
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