For he indeed, a comatose shell became.
Now heed the words that I shall say.
As I regale you with the tale of woe,
You will, an unsung secret know.
Mankind was once at one with darkness,
A wicked, monstrous power harnessed.
And into its skin, the fleshlings slipped.
Their minds, slowly into fragments ripped.
The weaker morsels swallowed down.
The body consumed, the soul to drown.
These vile creatures from hate did spawn.
The infection to grief and spite respond.
The gods of old would soon decree,
A safeguard be placed to end this siege.
And of one pure child, the burden barred.
The folly of all mankind be shared.
And when the boy grew to a man,
Pain incarnate in his hands.
Years of bitter disdain and lies
would bring the rage to fill his eyes.
The gods would then decide his fate.
Their fear of this evil overtake
Shall bind him forever within his mind,
Warmth and joy, he'll never find.
He eternally on his shackles feeds.
The cruelest of all ironies.
A warning from this story true,
Darkness gives power absolute.
For should he awaken, the dark shall rise
To take revenge on a world despised.
From the wretched masses, his army formed
To again bring forth the abysmal storm.
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Author:
Alex Arnot (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this a few weeks ago on another site, but I've been editing it a lot and wanted to share it here too.
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments2
this is great my friend,i really enjoyed it
Thank you sir!
my pleasure
I find the ideas of dark and light quite compelling...
It ignited my curiosity.
Thank You!
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