In small cavern nook,
Wedged between the cold stone,
Sounds of closing Drow boots.
Lloth had demanded him,
On cold stone alter is death,
He escaped temple.
Cold sweat coats his body,
He shakes like insect wing,
His heart beats warp speed.
Not want to be found,
Yet then there would be an end.
Terror fully grips him.














Critiques
Originality: Lolth calling a male to her alters for sacrifice is extremely common, however a male escaping and debating to keep going or face his fear gives it a bit more edge and therefore is more engaging.
Technique: You have worked on this harder than your other pieces and I believe your words have created a vivid image in the readers head. Given the style of haiku you make the most of your words and drive home your point in each stanza. Your flow is smooth and follows a good pattern. It tells a story from beginning to finish, yet you stay on topic.
Impact: Nothing grips a reader better than suspense and terror. While this character has no name it is like watching a flashback or a movie snippet of someone's last moments. You want to know the end. You succeed in ensnaring the reader and the fact that this is short, it doesn't feel that way. Leaves you with a punch that gives way to a rush of emotion. Nice job!
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