Beth

peto

As darkness flashed before my eyes 

And ears picked up on morbid cries 

A pain no one should visualise 

In purgatory's grip

 

Creatures with breath of putrid gas 

Are meeting up for Sunday mass

They threw me on a bed of glass 

And put me on a drip

 

The fire provided for my heat

Has flames lick at my face and feet 

A tender human joint of meat

Juiced by the lashing whip

 

They swear I'll make a tasty dish 

The dark lord granted every wish 

They nibble like piranha fish

No teasing just a strip 

 

She showed her face her name was Beth

Her words no more than hollow breath 

I saw her scare a ghost to death 

Her kiss is on my lip 

  • Author: peto (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 27th, 2025 03:01
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    A wonderful Halloween poem that I love the rhyme scheme in. It flows along and I'm not sure it that last kiss is one of seduction or horror. Lovely my friend

    • peto

      Apologies for late reply
      Thank you soren
      Truly appreciate the read and comment

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome



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