Tonight is the night!
The empowering wind that draws breath from despise
Roars neath my wings as I soar with the end in sight.
Cowled in utter grief,
I am the priest of a new disorder.
Whose flag unfold,
I bear a hatred for the western worldNever again, my enemy entertained
I toy at the clasp of her chain and remembered the fight.
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Written November 30th, 2005
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powerful piece... awesome descriptions especially in those second two lines... very creepy and very well done
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i love your poem please im me
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