Wrath

by Wings Of Flames   Sep 3, 2008


Wrath upong the wretched,
Tainted souls were bound,
Upon the midnight splender,
Where the thickest blood is found,

Your heart may start to wonder,
As the moon crosses your eye,
But a darker heart holds power,
As the weakness will not lie,

The taste within the victim,
A bitter enchanted twist,
Lack of all desire,
Falls upon forbidden mist,

Aching cries to the sky,
Upon this lonely hour,
Your soul meekly whisper,
Your life we must devour.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Archangel

    Love it, haven't heard a poem from you in so long but this one shows you haven't lost the talent.
    Don't get rid of this one!

  • 15 years ago

    by Frederick Mayer

    I partly enjoy this work because I sometimes use this snytax/form myself LOL. It is well executed and fits all conventions of a properly crafted poem in form. The theme/contents is not new or unique, but like a classic Blues tune, the deliverer has made it uniquely their own with nicely placed words and puncuation (and naturally, it seems, understands the importance of the aural properties of a work) something that raises it above a mere "4", this work has the grand aplomb in delivery of making its receiver feel as a friend of the narrator...I would love to hear a spoken word version of this "delightful" poem!

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