The Tomb.

The dank, dark tomb,

Is but an empty room.

With rotting corpses,that once had life.

Here and there between crumbling coffins,

Lie pieces of bone,yellowed with age.

Scattered about with the dust and the stones

Are small bits of shroud,just wearing away.

Some of the coffins have been put up on shelves

As if in a shop,they are out on display.

The smell of the tomb is now musty and old,

And around some of the coffins grow pieces of mould.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this aged 13, what was I thinking!!

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nightlight1220's picture

Maybe you should be a

Maybe you should be a coroner... i always thought it would be interesting but very smelly. nice write...and very good for 13!!!

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

sweetwater's picture

Thank you, too many horrer

Thank you, too many horrer books i think!

48daniel's picture

I love how dark your work is!

I love how dark your work is! Excellent for how old you were!! oh wow wow wow! :OOO

sweetwater's picture

Thank you , wasn't sure

Thank you , wasn't sure whether to post it on here or not, thought it might be too childish.