(A poem about Darkiplier. Prompt submitted by Anon on Tumblr)
The black fog rolls in.
It's subtle, and intoxicating
Like a hand drifting on a wall
Gracefully leaving blood in its wake.
They never see the same man.
Some see a romancer,
While others see a demon.
It's never the same thing to two people.
He may have others fooled
But I know better.
I may be tricked once or twice
But I know the truth.
Many sympathize with him
As he weaves a sad story to tell,
But knowing him he'll use his story
To lure more into his web.
Just ask Damien.
Or is it Celine?
We never know who's talking.
How are they still alive?
Many years have passed since then
But the yearn for revenge grows strong.
But until Judgement Day comes
We must remember to be wary.
Be wary of the schemes.
Be wary of the fog.
Be wary of his sweet words,
And be alert.
His body might be broken,
But he's never felt more alive.
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Micky's Poems
PoetryA collection of my poems that I post on Tumblr. Warnings will be included before certain poems.
