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The Dark One....
by Claywoman

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I made a promise to a friend here at AD, who thought I couldn't write a dark, Gothic type poem. Guess what? Trapp, I can!

My dreams are dark, oh so dark

But then so is the blood that rushes through my ears,

Beating a pattern mimicking my thoughts.

I dream and taste blood nightly.


Why do I panic? Why do I run away?

Why canít I face the nameless one chasing me?

I run for my life until I see the alley.

I run down between the tall dark buildings,


Running for my life.


I reach the end of my journey faced with bricks that laugh

At my attempts to beat my way through them.

I hear the footsteps, I taste fear and I turn slowly around.

The footsteps are slow, deliberately slow, to cause fear within.


Then he comes into the waning light, his hat covers his face.

His coat long, dark makes swooshing sounds.

I try to scream but my throat closes tightly, I canít.

I look around for a new way to run,


But there is none.


He quickly comes near me, knife in hand

He stabs quickly upward, cutting my belly

The pain severe, he withdraws it, stabs again and again.

I slump to the ground, my blood swirls around me, I need to see his face.


I awake, sweat covers my body,

My breathing is quick and shallow.

I rise from this dream this dream from forever.

Blood drips from my arms, my legs, and my body


As it has foreverÖ.

(c) 2003. Jacqueline Britton.  All Rights Reserved.

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Reviewed by Michael Kersting
Well done!
Reviewed by E. Richardson
This is a truly frightening write...good job!
Reviewed by Janet Caldwell
Whoa CW, this IS different and outstanding as well. Blessings, JC xoxoxo
Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
This was excellently dark, and so deep..Loved that last line,

Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green
Well-done! But I am glad you don't write in this[gruesomely bleeding] often. So much gothic around and so little of the beauty and
richness that you have to give. I.e., admire this, l o v e 't'others. Phyllis:)
Reviewed by Lorrieann Russell
You're a very scary lady.

I love that.
Reviewed by Lisa Cannons
WOW! Chilling alright, thanks CW it's after 1am here now how am i supposed to sleep!!!! ;-) Great write, Trapp shoulda know'd better
Reviewed by M Flack
Very good for your first dabllings into my dark world. I will soon post a challenge for you and any who wish to take it up...
Reviewed by Leland Waldrip
Dark enough! 'Tis a horror all right. And bloody well done, Claywoman.
Write on!
Reviewed by Lawrance Lux
What can One say to this? Is the darkness out there, or within Our own mind? Good write. lgl
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

o, this is chilling! *shivers*

trapp...methinks claywoman CAN be dark and gothic

outstanding, well done, the write and imagery WOW

(((HUGS))) and love,


i've missed seeing you--you okay, claywoman?
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
well, bust my buttons! you amaze me, claywoman! wonderfully dark and gothic write! outstanding job on this! (((HUGS))) and love, your texas friend, karen lynn. :)
Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
Well hush my puppies.
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Scared me. [smiles]

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