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A Damnation

Here I behold my shadow, 
And it stares back at my horror
Giggling up at my very cold soul-
I seize fright, I take flight

There I peep through the mirror, 
And panic at the radial terror
The eyes, the wrinkles, the color-
Where is death; there should be no morrow!

Before me lies my photo,
once discarded afar from aversion
How did it return to my parlor?
Who pierced its eyes, X-ed the forehead?

Then I behold my Cadaver
In the red casket, sweat on its brow-
What crime soils my hands?
Is there no peace even in Death?

In disgust I turn away-to flee
But - the toll of bells - hollow knells-
Then from behind echoes a hoarse shriek

I recoil to behold that cold cadaver
Stagger from its doomed red casket
and with its mouldy hand, blackened by damnation,
Reach for my poor soul
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!

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Skat A October 23, 2013 at 12:41 PM Gerald, CONGRATS in Giorgio's awesome "Gothic or Romantic contest" enjoy your day.................... LOVE -- SKAT

Karen Anglesey October 23, 2013 at 11:24 AM Wow, this is just simply magnificent! Very stark and well imaged. Powerful piece of work. Congrats on your win

Dr.Ram Mehta October 23, 2013 at 8:02 AM Congrats on the win in the contest, Gerald

Poet Destroyer A October 22, 2013 at 9:58 PM Gerald, love the win...PD

Ako Henshaw September 21, 2013 at 2:34 PM WOW!! How horrifying, great connection between your poem and readers. I really pictured myself in such a tight corner....... really great writing. From your new poetry friend >>>>>HENSHAW<<<<