There once lived an emperor,
A priest, a druid,
The owner of a heath.
He was once, a time,
The eighteenth angel,
Lord’s forgiven,
Summoned stranger.
A crooked time,
A broken clock,
A devilish dream,
A mysterious plot.
A call upon the silent night,
A bruised moon is what’s all in sight,
The never ending lost lives,
Reckoned by the thirsty lies.
The curse of the lord,
Shall torment your soul,
Send you deep to the
Depths of hell.
The call for blood,
The least of the nuns,
Presented their flesh
As slaves in the cell.
The ladder to heaven,
When had broken its stairs,
The war of the worlds
Had begun.
Unlike the heavens,
When living on earth,
You’ll find hell's
A strange illusion.
4 comments:
*standing ovation!* when did you write this?! i <333 it!! i love the dark, forbidding atmosphere and how it sounds like an epic fantasy building up to a crescendo...
it's brilliant how you keep feeding the reader with all these various images that seem to join together to form a coherent whole right at the end. best of all, i like how the thought behind it prompts me to think, too! lol
i'm way too sleep-deprived atm to give you decent critique, so be happy with the knowledge that i love it XD
(i like the grim reaper artwork too.. where didja snag that from?)
omg rishi..!!
AWESOME...!!!!
its just great!! =D
I've said this before but since I'm commenting might as well say it again - it's amazing! =)
♥
Yeah...I can write kickass poetry and all...
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