The Dead have risen,
And They know what to do...
Blood falls from weeping sky,
But all along, the gods were to die...
The demons gather round the pit of fire,
Waiting for the angels to retire...
All i feel is pain
as i stand here...
From whence the dying flames were defeated
Cometh those whom were consumed...
Overcast weather lands upon the banks of time
A traveller packs each precious bag of supplies...
This is my very first poem I have ever written.
Climbing out of hell...
I start to brew a draft, teeming with Emotion
Cruel and Crushing words, are added to the potion...
Clinging to this secrecy
Living in the depth of it...
There once a stream where I used to play
Storms rose and faded away...
Sing to me
sweetest rhymes of fantasy...
Her fatal wish is to be so
deadly beautiful, it would make the gods bow, put...