The Pit
#4 of Hound's Poetry Corner
Oh heavens! Can it be? A poem from Hound Fox that tries to rhyme? Oh yes. That's exactly what this is.
Face down in the pit, I lay,
awaiting your killing blow;
a somber gale to take me away.
Cheapened by my bitter tears,
the cretins demand a show,
a punishment for my fears.
A pint of blood should do,
but the sweat can't hurt though;
maybe some urine too.
Disgrace is a fitting title.
Carve it through my chest;
do so with a smile.
The moment is for the taking,
it happens only once;
a mere blink would be ruining.
Face down in the pit, I lay,
a tattered, quiet mess.
In the pit I shall stay.
Face down in the pit, I lay;
breathless and still,
the crowd has nothing to say.
Face down in the pit, I stay,
under the brightening sky.
May it wash me away.