Fire, fire, hottest red,
Beware of vengeance in its stead.
Black and dark, infinite space,
Tears that cry, a faster pace.
The weak forgotten, memories lost,
The strong begotten at any cost.
The wisdom swiftly opens doors,
Its harsh cold truth will implore.
It covers death like steel webs,
Made from depths of the strongest led.
Just lie the moment of your last,
As time regresses to the past.
Your eyes will close, your breath will cease,
As you drift away to where theres peace.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Death or sleep in this poem. A write of doom or nightmare. Written in rhyme and good meter it flows as a dark dream
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