Vindictive and ruthless, it’s lips twist of ill born lore.
Tragic and devious,
With the conscience of a devil and the lust of a deviant whore.
Symbiotic and manipulative the blood runs cold and black,
Fueled with destructive nature a courtesy the wicked lack. .
Demented the devious defiling such shallow faith.
Bitter and callous feeding of your wretched ways.
Contorted comes the desires of a deviant,
purely disastrous and vengeful to the death..
Strength runs malignant through flesh wrought of chaos,
unobstructed by pathetic bounds of mans common law.
Beneath us lies such hollow graves,
fortified with treacherous faith.
Fuck the vanity of such worthless names,
diluted purely with complete disdain.
For I am the father of the children that follow,
wicked with their shadowed ways.
For I am purely an angel of corruption,
rapturous with my darkened sway.
For I am the Bloody Fucking Angel,
And I shall slaughter all that stand before my wake.
Author notes
It's nothing special, I just thought the host might enjoy it.
Written October 25th, 2006
A contest entry
- dark, fantasy, nature??? by choaticrose.
300 points, ended October 31, 2006, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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stanza 7.. is if .."off"
that was only a minor error out of a very dark poem.
Very very very dark, i enjoyed it truely,
it was something good enough to finally see that even the teens idea of dark is diffrent for those who actually know true darkness...
great write

