|
Post by Mike Morbid on Jun 17, 2017 21:13:22 GMT -5
Footsteps where they should not be. Is this, in fact, insanity? Or might it be reality?
She to whom I gave my vow, often spurned my bed with a scowl, then to the taverns she would prowl.
I sought her out to make a stand, but found her with another man. I returned home with another plan.
When she returned for her purse, I greeted her with knife and curse. To her rest she rode a hearse.
Now through the window in the gloom, I see a shadow from the tomb. I fear it lusts for my doom.
I hear the creaking of the door, then a shuffling 'cross the floor. Soon, I think, I'll hear no more.
Footsteps where they should not be. Is this, in fact, insanity? I pray, it is not....
reality.
|
|
|
Post by Tony Hates Everything on Jun 18, 2017 9:49:30 GMT -5
This is fantastic, I'm not a huge poem reader in fact i only read one poem a week. Im pleased that I know i have enjoyed at least one of the two i will see this week.
|
|
|
Unrest
Jun 18, 2017 10:08:34 GMT -5
endo likes this
Post by Mike Morbid on Jun 18, 2017 10:08:34 GMT -5
Thank you kindly. I'm rather odd in that I hate reading poems, but I like making them. It is sort of like putting together a puzzle.
|
|
|
Post by Mike Morbid on Jun 18, 2017 16:23:47 GMT -5
I forgot to mention, I find it improves if you imagine it being read by Vincent Price.
|
|
|
Post by Tony Hates Everything on Jun 18, 2017 16:59:02 GMT -5
I did read it in several voices, slightly changing the pitch and tempo every time.
|
|