Contest 15: Write a Spooky Poem

[Freezeflame]

The doorbell rings
The night is calling
To endless blackness
Your soul is falling.
You'll meet the end, when light kisses the dawn
But by the time the sun comes up....you'll already be long gone...

[Flightfoot]

Beware

The mist is thick with sorrow,
the ground is wet with tears,
the sun won't come out tomorrow,
dark is now the ruler.

The kingdom is black with grief,
their king has been slaughtered,
the job was quite brief,
done by the darkness.

Savages, they are called,
burning down villages,
the bodies have been hauled,
down to the river.

They took all the souls,
even the children,
they're like ghouls,
no one sees it coming.

This isn't sleepy hollow,
no headless horseman,
down the road they follow,
children's nightmares.

They create malicious creatures,
that stalk the shadows,
but they never feauture,
the Phantom herself.

Dreams are their weakness,
only nightmares will do,
oh, but yes,
they reign over those too.

Shadows are their army,
they steal them from our bodies,
but nor do we,
think our end is coming.

But alas for I know when,
your end is near,
their army is as strong as men,
Beware.

The drums are beating,
like their dark hearts,
they are eating,
every good thing in sight.

Be still and accept it,
the end is near,
the key won't fit,
in my heart shaped box.

For I now the Phantom myself,
she is quite alright,
she keeps her things on my shelf,
But why?

As I am writing you,
Dear one, skies are falling,
and you haven't got a clue,
who I am.

I am the mist that kills,
the night,
I am the black hills,
the fright.

I am the Phantom,
a shock to you, I suppose,
but I come,
to give you a message.

The era of light is ending,
be ready my dear,
the shadows are singing,
we sense your fear.

Your dreams will be broken,
prepare your heart,
The realm is drunken,
with sorrow.

I now rule over your mind,
my powers are cunning,
I know you must find,
this hard to believe.

Well I've got to go,
goodbye my sweet,
and don't show,
for it's already too late.

[Rainspirit]

Blood Droplets

When I say droplets
You might think of water on leaves.
But this night the droplets came raining down
Splashing, red, upon the ground.
The moonlight reflects the mansion old;
In a pool of thick, red mold.

In you go, through the door,
Hoping there isn't any more.
But your luck has ceased;
the ground glistens.
Red droplets scatter like a blizzard.
And those red droplets are your worst nightmare.

Sticky, uninviting, and salty.
BLO0D


well, that was half an hour of my life i'll never get back.

[Echoflight]

And so it rained black
His voice in my head
I talk to the graves
I live with the dead
I die as I live
But it's not really living
Not dying, not giving
Killing
Then stilling
Can you drown in a flood
That doesn't exist?
A flood of blood, tears, and rain
But we can't tell the difference
Or a song being sung from the back of an alley
A scream wrenching the night
And a laugh

"Mummy, we're just playing
She's just pretending
See the way her eyes glass?
A joke
See the way her head bends?
She learned it in gymnastics class
Oh mummy, we're such good actors
We're just playing
The blood on my hands isn't real
The voices in my head are nice
You should meet them
Mummy... Please let me in."

(i think i may have freaked myself out. it's rather frightening in my brain. looks like a 2005 Doctor Who scene in there except with better special effects)

[Deleted]

Oh my god. Echo, that is as amazing as chicken.
Yes, chicken.

I like chicken.

....

Ok, redo:

Have you ever heard the voices inside your head?
They always say that you are dead.
You ignore them, trying to fight;
Not wanting a forever eternal night.
But alas, they won, the fight is done,
But you don't shout with glee.
For even though the fight is won.
You'll never be free.

You cannot hide, you cannot run,
You want to sing in the summer sun.
You scream and kick,
Yet it does no good.
They say you're misunderstood.
You try to lie and try to flee,
But I am you and you are me.

Confused yet?
We all go a little mad sometimes.
Trapped forever in our own minds.
But if I bet,
You haven't set
A table for 20, a table for me.

[Whitehawk]

Just a reminder that this ends tomorrow guys!

[Deleted]

Shadows

Screams of horror fill bedrooms
Horrible monsters charge right in
A bone chillin cackle accompanies the crys
Down to a horrible world are sent the kids
Out of the place they try to get
Waiting for hope to come
Starving while not wanting to know what will come

[Crowwing]

one, two, Drought's following you.
three four, Darkstar shuts the door.
five, six, Beechstar's breaking sticks.
seven, eight, Wildstar's counting the date.
nine, ten, Cloverstar wants this to begin again.

so plain, but I can't write poems.

[Darkstar]

AND IT IS CLOSED! THANK YOU ALL FOR PARTICIPATING AND HOPEFULLY I GET TO GRADING THIS ONE THIS TIME!

[Whitehawk]

i thiiiinnkk the grading for this will start sometimes within the next weeeeeek(?)

if so prepare for some winners
if not..well...at least you entered!

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--THE RESULTS ARE IN--


First Place: Flightfoot wins the Halloween/autumn plot! Go ahead and send me a PM with your idea, and we'll go from there. Enjoy!

Second Place: Moonshine is awarded one litter of kits! Congrats! Message Applefall to get set up.

Third Place: @xxonthebrightsidexx gets fancy name text! I've already added it, but feel free to message me if you'd like it changed to something else.


The staff team had fun reading all of these poems! Thank you to everyone who entered.