James Fraser Poet Rhyme

The Sisters Playground

The clouds descend
On this moonlit night
The greying stones
A deathly site
 
Like a banshee's wail
From below the ground
Echo of evil
Dark shivering sound
 
The cry of a man
In pleading pain
Begging for release
In life's domain
 
An oak door flies open
A shadow runs
Screaming in horror
From the Banshee ones
 
Up the steps he races
Under full moon glow
His heart racing
Blood in flow
 
A presence appears
At the dark oak-ed door
Sisters of the night
Bloodied amour
 
Saliva in red
Droplets of life
Quenched from their victim
Escaping this strife
 
The dawn nears
Quiet echoing sounds
For the man who escaped
The sisters playground



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Ashe Kristy De La Keur Scoville August 7, 2009 at 9:39 PM Awesome write as always....Thanks for this...The Southern Belle....Kristy De La Keur

Illyanna De La Keur August 7, 2009 at 7:00 PM Did you escape, really? You might want to read Munchies again, I think I got you. Dyslexia got me at first, but I got you in the end. I only "ate" you because you're my friend. Great poem by the way. Illy

Sara Kendrick August 7, 2009 at 12:58 PM Scary. Do you suppose he'll go back. Sara

Hyle Chu August 7, 2009 at 12:32 PM "A shadow runs / Screaming in horror / From the Banshee ones" That's a sick stanza. Short, descriptive, creative, and genius.

Charlene Bird August 7, 2009 at 9:02 AM Were you outnumbered James, my brother was too there are 5 of us girls and one of him. Enjoyable read friend!

Carrie Richards August 7, 2009 at 8:08 AM It sounds perhaps that you had sisters growing up?? Were you outnumbered?? Poor guy!!