The Prince of Sorrows' act defies death best at night
Swapping a breath of air for a bleak melody state of mind
The melody of solitude and self-withdrawn from the mass
Alone does not equal shame or less than the next-door man.
He stands in two hands spinning in the carousel of the brave
Always landing safely on top of the devil's grave.
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Author:
Andino (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 3rd, 2023 23:37
- Comment from author about the poem: from an upcoming series of poems
- Category: Gothic
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Comments1
I read this twice but I don't believe in the devil so I couldn't relate.
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