Post by JMDavis ((Silver)) on Oct 14, 2009 21:29:46 GMT -5
I made a bargain with the Reaper,
It cost me heart and soul.
Now he is my Keeper,
The Death Bell's toll.
The mournful Raven's cry,
I will never lay down and die.
Name cursed in darkness,
Life for the weak.
Evil shown in starkness,
Goodness for the meek.
Love is for the mild,
Heart is lost in sin.
Hate is for the wild,
I will never let you in.
This is my personal Hell,
Many mock and jeer.
They have never known the fell,
They only know fear.
Darkness is pure,
Light is shadows.
Feeling is a lure,
For Death that is hallowed.
The name cries forth,
It's meaning of pain.
It brings no warmth,
Only a cold rain.
My price for power,
My heart and soul.
Forever shall hate shower,
Never shall the Death Bell toll.
~~~
So yeah... one of my first actual attempts at writing poetry from a few years ago.
It cost me heart and soul.
Now he is my Keeper,
The Death Bell's toll.
The mournful Raven's cry,
I will never lay down and die.
Name cursed in darkness,
Life for the weak.
Evil shown in starkness,
Goodness for the meek.
Love is for the mild,
Heart is lost in sin.
Hate is for the wild,
I will never let you in.
This is my personal Hell,
Many mock and jeer.
They have never known the fell,
They only know fear.
Darkness is pure,
Light is shadows.
Feeling is a lure,
For Death that is hallowed.
The name cries forth,
It's meaning of pain.
It brings no warmth,
Only a cold rain.
My price for power,
My heart and soul.
Forever shall hate shower,
Never shall the Death Bell toll.
~~~
So yeah... one of my first actual attempts at writing poetry from a few years ago.
