The souls we take
stalking at Nightbreak
Behind the shadows we bare the sun
flying into the night, aloft, a moonlit run
The joy of the kill
Laid dames skill
blood courses across my tongue
another demon, the Devil's son
My loving abode, the mortals cursing night
Only then shattered by heaven's light
This beam shall be massive torture
hoping that my body shalt rupture.
Light of God, Dark of Devil
Rushing into my soul, spiked anvil
I wield great powers
they said dark magic triumphs
Undead am say my eye, Glows Red
As I lay in my coffin to rest my head
This shalt be thine end.
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Author:
Nemo (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 1st, 2018 22:11
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this when I was in middle School nearly 20 years ago. Has deep meaning to me.
- Category: Gothic
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