Resistance is finite, the will to evade the bloodshed of the past is found in the eye of those once loved, once hated, and once adored, pain transcends Into acceptance, a folly unto the merciless damned, shining armor leads to more broken, than mended souls.
When the strength of the beholder fails, the city of the gods will tumble, rendered asunder by years of dreck and wounds, all is not lost, but will be one day, hopeless is not the war of slight of hand, just errant.
The blood shall flow unto the chapel of hope, till thee, king of fools rejoice from your guilded cage of madness, witches come and go, but the cage remains, shall I break these chains? Or leash the bars and ride off into the abyss, as the Lord of cinder commands~
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Dark poetry
PoetryI started writing poetry a few months ago, and ever since have wanted to publish them for anyone to read. I do not stick to any specific genre of poetry, and often times I write in my own style, As I have found that writing traditional poetry never...
