Wander beneath blood-black skies, who art thou ravished?
Under sickly mounds of human squander; these purgatorial shades,
E’er bare hellish laughter. Wherefore wander these, tormented minds?
Swelter beneath blood-smear masks, of dead masquerades.
...
Read full text
This is really a wonderful poem, Catherine, pretty higher than your age. The title is catchy too. I can say that you have a lot of poetic upcoming. Keep up the good work. Best Wishes. Naseer
like your poem, edgy but keeps your attention. i have a poem you might like, called count dracula. tell me what you think nate