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Best Poems Written by Artem Melkunov

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Witch

Many people tell the story
Of an evil woman’s glory
Eating children, everyday
Lock your windows and stay away
She will come and you will be gone
Nothing about this that can be done
Brother sleeps in room across
Then the wind opens my doors
This is when I see the witch
Ugly woman, evil litch
She has come for me as well
No longer hear, I churches bell
I have a dagger underneath,
 Since when is metal not relief?
But this little dagger will let me live 
The reason why I must believe
She thinks I am sleeping, what a fool
I understand, this witch is cruel
I look around but she is not there
I hear a whisper:”Young child beware”
“As soon as you slip the dagger”
“You will become the witch and stagger”
And that is when I turned around, 
And pierced the witch in her full gown
She screamed and rattled just a bit 
Then turned into a little kid,
My hands now grow and body changes,
And that is when I see the witches 
That terrorized this town for long
I am somewhere deep, where I belong
What’s worse than that? I see my brother
He is standing shocked but it won’t matter
No longer can I feel my love for him
So I just smile a little grim
Now it is time to say good bye
This little child will have to die

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Hunted House

Hunted house stands on a hill
It gives people quite a chill
Man has lived there long ago
Even though not many know
Who he was or what he did
Everything he did was hid
Once you enter through the doors
You will see a giant hall
Paintings, mirrors, items filled
As if the man who died still lived
Giant rug goes up the stairs
Many heads of grizzly bears
Smell of copper everywhere
Young adventurer beware
Many secrets hidden here
And even more the things to fear
House has taken many lives
Too late the people realize
Why this house just stands alone
And no one dares to call it home
Man who lived here is not dead
He became the house instead
Lures he people day and night
No one can escape his sight
So once you enter understand
This house is haunted and you are dead

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Battlefield

Armies gather on the field
Once where trees and flowers lived
Many assembled here today
Ready to release their lives away
Breeze is blowing through the ranks
Death is waiting for their mistakes
Many things could be re done
But the battle has begun
Men are charging forward fearing
Not to make until the clearing
Between the snowy mountains where
Ancient angel screams beware
Blood is spilling on the grass
Such a beauty filled this pass
Green and red, those are the colors
Where so many lost their brothers
Finally the end has come
Where humanity is undone

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Battle

Scream and smell of copper scent
Many metals still, yet bent
Whole arena filled with blood
Yet no voice is still unheard
Man are charging without fail
Fighting as if for the Holy Grail
Many rest beneath their feet
No one can disturb their peace
Husbands, sons, and fathers fall
As they ask who is at fault
Was I wrong to have come here?
Was my life still so unclear?
What’s the purpose of this war, just to see how many fall?
And the questions have ran out
Holy angel comes about
And no longer do we care
Our life ends and we are aware
Many more will come behind
They are for our God to find.

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Warchant

Forever lost, forever found
The mysteries become unbound
The veil and shrapnel are removed
The pieces now can be construed
Inflammable the history’s beat
What is written must never repeat
I say to thee forget to plead
The course can change and so it must
The way we live is not for lust
Accepting change and being hurt
The purpose of my little flirt
You will feel pain and feel it rise
What will you do if not subside?
You will not care and you will rise!
You will deep breath and realize
That nothing here is worth the lie
This pile of crap will always die
But push us deep and you will understand
Why it is we! That rule this land!
Our eyes are closed yet we are not blind
We feel how you will bring demise
And thus we do what was done before
We pick our tools and hone our tone
To war we march, and change expect
For all that rule this tiny land!

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Sleep

Why is it I cannot sleep
The night is wonderful, dark, and deep
But somethings there I feel for naught
What cases me my own distraught
I wonder if the night was clear
Perhaps the atmosphere surreal
My eyes are closed but wonder’s lost
Nothing here that I love most
I lay in bed and feel my pain
The cycle then begins again
I ask myself, “Was I correct?”
And there it is, my lost regret
Of everything I’ve ever done
I am lost and web’s already spun
Oh why must I stay so late?
Perhaps the body will forget
It is either cold or hot, or neither
This is a web spun by a spider
In it I fall and can’t get out
I am a fly stuck in it’s mouth
But darkness nears and fears subside
This is where I feel alive
And everything becomes okay
Regret is deep but here comes day
I won’t let you decide my fate
I rise and so begins a brand-new slate