Dark rewrite of Wordsworth's "The Daffodils"

[shoggoth]

The Deathodils

I sloped the Earth alone
Dragging through endless dirt
The sky bred a hollow tone
Forcing the path to revert

I turned and saw sights that made
Me to forget my existance
A sight that cut like a blade
There simply was no resistance

I saw them yes I saw 'em well
Swallowing the vales and hills
Straight from lower plains of hell
A pack of blackened deathodils

Leaking death from every pore
They withered, but did not seem to die
Hundreds, thousands, even more
My tortured eyes could not but cry

Staring in sorrow and disgust
Disturbing thoughts consumed my mind
Forget these images I must
Or they shall haunt me 'till I'm blind

And then my heart with horror fills
And trembles near the deathodils

[Seth]

Beautiful write, the tone of this just feels me wit' some grim emotions. Awesome write, interesting wording and flow. This is just cool! ^^

[kalotaable]

now that was worth the time i believe that poetry is the bridge from heart to heart , deeper the feeling the more the reader feels thanks for creating such a lovely path