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 Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 4:16 pm
Nightmare’s Waltz
By Hayashibara
I cannot let go.
My fingers are gripped
Tightly by ice-cold
Hands, bony talons with
Horrifically protruding knuckles and
Smooth milk-white skin.
The fear I feel
Is fiercely portrayed by
Me heart, an organ
That thumps wildly in
My ribcage, like a
Time bomb as if
Set to explode.
I cannot explain my
Own emotions.
I can feel my
Limbs shaking as my
Hair billows in the
Ghostly wind that howls
Through the trees.
I can sense the
Danger.
My brain is screaming
I should tear away,
But my legs had
Stopped listening long ago.
All they could do
Was dance.
I’d always liked the
Waltz, but this was
Different.
The music was aggressively
Elegant, and the pace
Of our dance was
Quick and reckless.
My dancing partner’s back
Was always against a
Blood-red moon, no
Matter what way we
Turned,
Her silhouette boasted a
Long braid that trailed
Behind her almost reluctantly.
It frightened me.
It was smooth and
Shiny, like a snake.
I had no desire
To scrutinize what I
Could see of her
Face, in fear she
Might be another ghost
Come to haunt me,
A phantom of a
Past life.
I’d always known the
Ghosts were gaining on
Me.
... x3 At first this was a short story, but then I decided it would be better in poem form. The way it's written is "four words per line, but if the sentence ends, go to the next stanza." So there's... No real form. XD
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 12:02 pm
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` S e x y S a r a h ` Crew
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