Here, your soul is mine to own
Fate condemned you to wander Limbo
Forever under my domain,
My dominion and my reign.
Meander empty, ashen plains
Meander forests, stained in grey.
Your heart stilled and devoid of feeling
Twisted, bled and wrung of being
Governed by a perpetual sense of confusion
The afterlife's promise and disillusion
Between oblivion that calls your name,
And paradise lost is where you stay.
Echoes of mislaid voices, never ending
Cries for answers, ever pending
Here your hopes and dreams are robbed
Your only companion is the fog
And here o'er you, I watch with glee
As you try to face eternity.
- Author: Alex Arnot ( Offline)
- Published: February 6th, 2020 16:05
- Comment from author about the poem: Haven't really had many feelings to share as of late, so I decided to write a fantasy poem.
- Category: Fantasy
- Views: 8
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