Seething, raginng, full of bitter disgust,
Boiling and burning with unholy disdain.
Bending the world to what feels just,
Loosing your mind to hatreds dark reign.
I am the bodies in the river styx,
Quelling love and showing true might.
Only shown in the realm of Nyx,
I am the power in this fight.
Of The first sin of seven do I speak,
The power of wrath to destroy the weak.














Comments
The last line isn't right, I don't know if you were shooting for "to destroy the weak" or "destroyer of the weak" but something needs done.
Overall I like it, good descriptions~ Idle curiosity though, call me a dumb blond, but what/where is Nyx?
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DONT CLICK ON [link] BUTTONS, THEY COULD DESTROY THE EARTH AS WE KNOW IT!
I love your poem. I'll be looking forward to reading the others ^-^ (+Fave)
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"When you were born, you cried and everybody else was happy. The only question that matters is this: When you die, will YOU be happy when everybody else is crying?" -Tony Campolo
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"An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world go blind." -?
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