Spiritual Poems

Not My Poem

He was told to be a man of great.

Until a meet with the devil forever consealed his fate.

From human to demon turned to him.

His friends and family who now feared torn from limb.

Stars cannot find their light.

Now forever to protect he shall fight.

Forever to serve this dreadful demise.

Hatred and sorrow filled his eyes.

His heart with anger and loath.

Until the day he finds his precious rose.

Tormented inside with lust for fight.

If thy comes near he shall smite.

Come forth now child no need to be afriad.

The demon king means no harm and has come to thy aid.

But stare not into his Cold black eyes.

Or thy shall find thee in a dreadful demise.

Now that thee spoke my name.

Let us play and end this pitiful game.

(I didn't write this)