heater2000
07-15-2005, 03:43 PM
My first poem that I actually titled. Called Death's Invitation. (I felt violent)
I know it doesn't make sense, but hey, that's what happens when I get mad. Meh. Comments welcome.
I got an invitation
And was surprised to see,
After all these years,
You still remember me.
It was an odd invitation;
Written in red,
And- in the front picture
The person was dead.
There was no number to call,
If I couldn’t make it;
‘You knew I would come’,
I guess I should take it.
There were detailed instructions
On how to get there.
Invitations like this
Are ever so rare.
I followed those instructions
Careful as can be.
Your door was locked;
So I took out my key.
My key fit right in,
I pushed open the door.
And stepped into the room-
A room with no floor!
As I was falling,
My necklace caught on a nail.
And then I saw you-
You’d grown horns and a tail.
I heard an evil sound and
Realized: it was your laugh.
As I hung there choking,
And death came at last.
I know it doesn't make sense, but hey, that's what happens when I get mad. Meh. Comments welcome.
I got an invitation
And was surprised to see,
After all these years,
You still remember me.
It was an odd invitation;
Written in red,
And- in the front picture
The person was dead.
There was no number to call,
If I couldn’t make it;
‘You knew I would come’,
I guess I should take it.
There were detailed instructions
On how to get there.
Invitations like this
Are ever so rare.
I followed those instructions
Careful as can be.
Your door was locked;
So I took out my key.
My key fit right in,
I pushed open the door.
And stepped into the room-
A room with no floor!
As I was falling,
My necklace caught on a nail.
And then I saw you-
You’d grown horns and a tail.
I heard an evil sound and
Realized: it was your laugh.
As I hung there choking,
And death came at last.