The Pit in the Room

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Based on a dream I had last night.

The mountain of the white ravens.  The night is thick with their human-like cries.

They come to your window.  You will open it.

Ride the back of the albino crow to the tomb in the woods.

Inside you find the staircase into the earth.  Step by step, the world swallows you.

At the bottom is a small room illuminated by the green glow of mutant mold.  The walls are carved with the faces of perverse gods.

The endless hole is in the center of the room.  The cries of the demon fowl rage below in the darkness.

You kneel at the opening to the pit of endless abyss and begin the chanting.

Languages of another world and time spill from your lips, echoing into the shadows.

The screams of the white ravens stop, enchanted by the chanting of the spell. 

When your words cease, you stand.

Without thinking, into the void you walk.

Falling, then into the beak of the pale crow.

Submitted: February 01, 2011

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Heya. I just wanted to say that I fell in love with this poem. :) It's so creative and original and it's beautifully crafted.
You've truly inspired me with this piece of art and I'm really looking forward to reading more.

You're an amazing writer so thanks for posting this :)

Much love,

Tue, February 1st, 2011 1:43pm


this makes me want to draw the image of the pale crows ^-^ sounds very beautiful and creepy.

Wed, February 2nd, 2011 12:07pm


Thank you very much.

Wed, February 2nd, 2011 3:25pm

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