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Shadows Dark
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4-24-08 2ish a/m I dreamt that there were hundreds of thousands of rats . I was in a house full of these rats. Upon closer look after I walked around the house I was in. I seen that all the rats were in piles like garbage shoved to the corner of the walls, also shoved to the baseboards of all the walls were more rats. The rats were white, brown, tan, black, and calico. There was no furniture in the house. I couldn�t believe I lived here. I was shocked. Then I realized all the rats were dead rats, and decomposing. I smelled the smell of the mausoleum. I started to cry uncontrollably bout all the dead rats. They looked like they suffered from starvation of hunger, or they were poisoned by someone. I seen a few rats still alive walking around all the dead carcasses of rats. I was now horrified about germs, and the infestation of disgust. I woke up feeling as if it were so real. But I forgot the rest of the dream by the time I got up this morning (Written April 24th, 2008 5:56 a/m) SHADOWS DARK WAS SPAWNED FROM THIS DREAM......
Photography Artist: http://xOxChrystalxOx.deviantart.com/ Shadows Dark The detrimental vile I feel as my heart cries, is the disgust of ruins from so many lies. The inclement of betrayals leading me to a heathen’s knoll, are distortions harm that withered to ruins the breath of my soul. I ‘m now in the shadows of death where no-one can see, a place within repugnance where darkness hears no plea. Repulsions are discernments set in place upon my heart, while another walks aimlessly within the ruins of shadows dark (Written: April 28, 2008 6:42 a/m) Copyright© 2008 Victoria L. McColley *In Joy, In Peace, In Grace, In Harmony of Love* poétesse d'amour poétesse romantique Embraced ~ Embrassé

Reviewed by Debra Baker

Reviewed on April 27, 2008

Dark...yet powerful. "I am now in the shadows of death." Brilliant line. Your writing is full of strength in tombs of destiny...

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

It seems to me that you have been hurt. That makes me really sad. Love and hugs and bzzzt,

Regis xo

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on April 26, 2008

'Tis not all beauty that dwellls within us. Our fears surface many times, in day and night. Great poem. Jon Michael Willey

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Shee...wow, typo---today is the 26th,

for me to make a mistake on a word-no big deal
....but a date!!! is a very big deal. Time & Dates are very important to me, obsessively even
you silly cast me a spell babe ;)
Rats are survivors to me, and they starved to death in my dream thats why I was sad, hunger is a terrible feeling.

Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G

YOu dreamt this on my Birth-day...What a the heck... YOU sure these were rats and not cats- hmmm
What a dark deep poem my friend!

Ok. So written on the 28th, but what dreamed on the 24th, It's not me, ask Viv ( Amber) I can be truly trusted and would never let out a word of your heart! Geez girl, This poem Rocksssss!
Deep dark dastardly and dangerous, a mind worth exploring! it's true essence! I want more...
What you got, WE should Collab. sometime, I love dark, dusty and grimey, and full of sweat... Let me know when you are ready, I will give it a try!
Write On!
Stay Positive!
STay Strong!
Warmest Blessings with the LIGHTs on and Candles LIt bright, in your heart and mine!
You are simply divine! and you write sublime!
Love and Warm Spiritual Hugs, Warrior Purple Lady Shexoooo

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on April 24, 2008

Dear dark one, come, come to my dungeon and you will see what shadows dark are made of, better yet, keep on going by the light, because your life don't deserve nightmares.

Georg

Reviewed by Bernice Angoh

Very dark and scarry, Fee is right, you are too good at what you do...

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Wow Vick, when you do romance you stir up the heart with love, but when you talk about your nightmares...look out Alfred Hitchcock.

Fee