Haunted Dregs
Crossing the dark miry ford, thwarted by the skull colored fog Ill feelings of awe fall upon me, as whispers scrape through the trees Regrets; have I transgressed doom’s law, should I have burned a yule log Glowing decayed foxfire eyes, appear within a sunken death-blue face, with stench breath of thousand rotten corpses, my heart is a race I’m a fierce berserker wielding sword but I cannot move in the freeze
I try to yawp but it is scant, for in my throat crawls a bleak frog For this ugly nightmarish thing, is on one of its slaughtering sprees and I have looked into the wrong windows, of a hellish green eyed dog Within the Draugr’s snare, it will devour me at its own pace, like a freshly flayed steak and I will die in this outlawed place my bones will sink forgotten, never returning to the high seas 3/30/2018
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
