Time Flows on in this life of dread,
Prophecy surfacing from disaters wake,
Suffering like fools long dead,
My heart pierced by love's cruel stake.
No escape from my current fate;
All that remains is wrath and grief.
Spite has matured into pure hate,
Waiting for Samael to bring sweet relief.
He will drag me beyond the gates of Dis,
Guarded by Lucifer's angelic legions.
Loves harsh sting I will not miss,
For all is pain in hells deepest regions.
Here I will live in eternal fire,
My lament sung on lips and lyre.














Comments
I like it, let me say that first. Aside, I feel as though the first paragraph is more of a separate entity from the second and third, which are closely tied together and, in my opinion, the best part of the story. Then the end seems like it's just tacked on, it drops from a quartet and its rhythm down to a doublet.
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DONT CLICK ON [link] BUTTONS, THEY COULD DESTROY THE EARTH AS WE KNOW IT!
*bows again* I shall take thine words to my grave.
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*Yaaawwwwnnnnnn*
Love is a rollercoaster... bad and good and this totally emphasises the long dull climbs, add a few racing exciting loops to this poem to make it perfect.
Well written
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I do love all these
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...I'm at peace with my lust...I can kill cause in God I trust!!
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