Without Mercy
by
Jean George
copyright 07-23-2005 Contest Winner
Age Rating: 13 to 127
The darkness rides hard upon my soul
As the deep of night descends.
Retribution now becomes my goal
As anguish grows and love ends.
Curse this mortal love I sought to hold,
My vanquished pride now ascends,
I vow with vengeance cruel and cold
To myself, I’ll make amends.
I call on powers from eons past
To grant my accursed request,
Thus bringing forth a demon cast
Eager to act at my behest.
Dreaming of a revenge surpassed,
I send them upon their quest,
This way I seek to avenge at last
The hurt that burns within my breast.
Your soul, they bring with demon’s pride,
Handing it over with glee,
Leaving you with nothing left inside,
As empty as you left me.
So, I’ll keep it here close by my side,
Your soul, such sweet company,
And with the others it will abide,
With me…for eternity.
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Great poetry(metaphors, meter and rhymes.
Very simply and directly expresed.
I could understand all of the words
and the feelings.
The poem was vivid and had great impact. It really moved me.
To be honest, I don't know what to say... I really like your poem, but I find it hard to say why I like things in general...forgive me.
All I can say is that your poem is full of emotions, it stirs emotions in me...various and unexplainable. This is what I really loke about poems!
A very well deserved winner. Wonderfully expressed revenge.
Woe betides anyone getting in your bad books,lol.
Once again you have shown us what poetry is all about. Your use of our beautiful language is second to none.
Thank you for giving us this.
Brian.
Ay, ay, ay! Sometimes, we best to watch where we tread, for a woman scorned is a proven curse! This poem is elegantly written, Shakespearian, I may add. It contrives the mystery and awe of the ancient magic with the anger and determination of a woman scorned. It immediately engages the reader in the plot and with each word and description, the level of intensity anticipation rises. This is my kind of poetry! Poor man!!!
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