June 7, 2016
The holy child of kingdom come,
wielded a sword to slay thy foe.
He set off on his journey
a prolonged time ago.
The condemned soul of purgatory
watched over the holy child.
An imminent death they both held
yet fled from in exile.
The blessed soldier of otherworld,
his sword ready in hand,
faced torment, grief, and misery
within the Shadowlands.
The denounced spirit of perdition
faced the hero of devout.
They struck each other in the heart,
both dead without a doubt.
The godly angel of Heaven...
The satanic demon of Hell...
In both of their ears rang
the sound of the Death Bell.
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Reaper's Plague
PoesíaSince August 26th of 2015, I've been writing poetry. I was inspired by the song "One Reason" by Fade to write, and now I'm ready to publish. Follow me if you enjoy my poems, it'll let me know that you're reading them, I guess. WARNING: Poetry may be...
