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The Haunting-2

THE HAUNTING Entombed behind isolation's walled prison, a haunting Malice has so trapped me within, evils chamber of the forsaken. It crouches beneath shadows shroud, its leering eyes pierce, Through the darkness’s pitch black covenant of the night. A pacing beast, anticipating my movements, mocking my Feeble attempts to evade this frenzy's tormentor of darkness. Deceptions deceiver, silver tongued weaver, spewing lies Deceit, intricately aligning its widow makers webbing, Feasting on innocence betrayal. Heckling laughter echoes against dead reckoning, a chilling Appetizer is my soul of innocence, as if pleased at malice's intent, Fiendishly, delighting in torturing its human pet. A vacant numbing feeling over comes reasoning, A deeper anger begins to rage, rebelling against hatred's Horrifying entity. Motivated to survive beyond my spectral captivity, Hear me disgusting creature, I shall destroy thee, Leave me alone screaming aloud, sanity's domain gives way. In musty halls empty hollows, an odorous stench fills mine senses, It speaks unto me, cease mortal miscreant, none leave here alive. A deepening realization rushes against the conscious mind, I'm deaths play thing, to be pounced upon, a toy mouse, captured Between claws, extracting, retracting at whims invoking. Invisible hands grasp, choking life's breath away from me, Feeling every heartbeat slowing, quietly ceasing. A stinging pain rings within my ears; death has claimed me at last. Oblivion's muted dead, never part shall we, my lips are so tightly closed, I can't scream with horror's terror anymore. Let mercy's fallen be forgiven, released from beyond hells hidden Regions a place devoid of spiritual salvation, foul demonic spirit Haunting madman's kingdom, it whispers to me in sweet melodies Aftershock, now we begin! You truly belong to me, with satisfactions grimace, the creature smiles At my deadened corpse, with satisfactions pleasure, the jackal reveals Itself unto me, the demon himself, called the devil, thus stands before me, And now I know the shattering truth, I am the forsaken. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 9/29/2014 5:53:00 AM
wow always a pleasure reading your pieces very beautifully penned bless you
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Date: 9/27/2014 8:55:00 PM
Oh Cheryl as I was reading this I felt shivers down my spine, as I said before you should be in movies directing them, absolutely wonderful writes, where do you get the time to write such lovely long verses, I find it hard writing two. Take care my dear Pen Pal...................Vera..........
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Date: 9/26/2014 10:21:00 PM
Hmmm, when I get to the end of this one, I am thinking another suitable title would be "the forsaken!" Very good writing. Another one reminding me of Poe!! He sure was macabre!!
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Date: 9/26/2014 10:19:00 PM
that was cool what you told me about not fearing the dark, but respecting it. I think it is hard not to be fearful of it when it involves evil, but evil can happen in broad daylight too! Let me read this poem now.
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