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by kip
Rated: E · Poetry · Occult · #1223653
horror poem
The Speech

Although my mind cannot resolve what's worthy or a'right
I've been laboring over it through half a day and howling night.

Although assuredly it should be winged and sublime
The clock infamously clicking tells me I do not have the time.

Although it may sound impish and a little short on reason's rhyme
The ghastly speech full writ do angels see the crime?

Although I have no desire to odiously remind
Of lurking shadows plaintiff, figments from the mind

Although I try with brave facade and knightly charade pretend
To myself proclaim, oh will this living nightmare never ever end.

Although the stately podium and lectern like the coffin do oppose
I lift my nerve-ridden hand and from my seat quietly arose.

Although I appear quite sound and seem to all near calm
I feel so like a clammy corpse, red knives brightly to embalm.

Although my hands are wrung with sweat and rebellious tremble round
Through rotting senses orate, obscure mysteries to propound.

Although it left me twitching and painfully did contort
Now it's nearly over, the spasms hellish sport.

Although I must remark and forthright do contend
That my blood was chilling eerily as I neared that fateful end.

Although with faltering voice and wavering with ghostly mingled tones
All is done, though shall It still be, whilst ghouls disturb my bones.

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