New poetry. (Currently untitled)
14 years ago
General
Vhaid E'spdon d' Qu'ellar Banere lu' Mizzyrim.
Anger of one.
Rage of many.
Set to flame.
Burnt to ash.
Sent to hell.
Born again.
Fury of all.
Hate of none.
Sectors of fate.
Told by a gun.
Fear of naught.
A forgotten son.
Abandoned by all
Sought by one.
Flames of hell,
drive what I've become.
Sent by death,
A last shot,
find what must be done,
the war to be fought.
Stand not in my path
Lest you be struck down
Vengance awaits thee
In my hate
You shall drown.
Sink into the dark night
Dead, serving a new crown.
In this land where all abounds
the few you love
Shall die tonight too.
Rage of many.
Set to flame.
Burnt to ash.
Sent to hell.
Born again.
Fury of all.
Hate of none.
Sectors of fate.
Told by a gun.
Fear of naught.
A forgotten son.
Abandoned by all
Sought by one.
Flames of hell,
drive what I've become.
Sent by death,
A last shot,
find what must be done,
the war to be fought.
Stand not in my path
Lest you be struck down
Vengance awaits thee
In my hate
You shall drown.
Sink into the dark night
Dead, serving a new crown.
In this land where all abounds
the few you love
Shall die tonight too.
Ryld
~hizu
Very well done, but what brought around the negative feeling?
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