Sin.

by InterviewWithTheKat   Mar 30, 2008


The dark grew slowly,
Riding bare-back
On the winged arm of fate.

Plunging all mortal essence
Into indescribable bliss.

From the debt's of despair
It dragged forth flavor,
And the pleasures of the flesh

And they liked it.

Winning the battle and the war,
In one fair swoop of hell's lustful sword.

The dead and the dying,
This is what awaits you,
This is your fate.

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I haven't been up to scratch with my writing recently, but I rather like this one. =D

Kat xxx

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  • 14 years ago

    by SheenaMarie

    Love it...amazing write 5/5

  • 15 years ago

    by adriaan

    I simply love this poem, all the metaphors and play on words...third stanza is the best. :)

  • 15 years ago

    by Lemonbread

    I agree with you, I quite like this poem =)
    5/5