‘Step into the realm with me’, a d’Verse prompt
I can't I... please... In the mirror his hand reaches-grimly t'wards his pounding-bared breast Reddened eyes, tears drip down chest heaving, he stands alone-undressed What- wait That's not... Fiery, snarling with malice-and-avarice, born, as it was, of doubt's incest Vigilant, ever watch-waiting, its bright eyes blinking with unrest Oh my God no In chamber red she's deep imprisoned, essence of poise with great pride blest To throbbing walls, she lies chained-sobbing, at dread dragon's greedy behest Please... we can't do Pleading-frightened, fearful sobbing, feeling his own fingers pressed Into his soft-flesh pliant digging, fear's pet dragon there to wrest I'm... this won't... ... oh... Rhythmic beats can't drown out roaring; Faith's head hanging down, depressed But... no dragon comes slither-rippling, pure snow white skin to molest How... un- less?
The above poem is my take on d’Verse’s ‘exploring Gothic’ prompt.
d’Verse gave us a selection of potential titles for our poems, and let us do the rest.
To be honest, I think I pretty much failed at writing a gothic poem, but I like the piece above nonetheless 🐉
Hmm. I hidden darkness that hopefully never surfaces.
Very much so, Ken.
Thank you!
David