This is my very first poem I have ever written.
Climbing out of hell...
Overcast weather lands upon the banks of time
A traveller packs each precious bag of supplies...
From whence the dying flames were defeated
Cometh those whom were consumed...
All i feel is pain
as i stand here...
The demons gather round the pit of fire,
Waiting for the angels to retire...
Blood falls from weeping sky,
But all along, the gods were to die...
The Dead have risen,
And They know what to do...
I follow him silently
through the shadows i hide...
A lone man breaths heavily
readying himself for war...
As i dance to the fire
my heart goes wild...
Voices of angels going through my head
Dreaming and dreaming of whats to be said...
It's the drop of doom
We lift our soul less bodies...