I watch these angels fall of shattered skies,
scatter cross this place where corpses thrive.
And inside the burning derives of all the sin,
only this darkness could ever win.
I watch these devils fly across the wicked skies,
a dismal place where demons thrive.
Shaking the foundations of all these souls,
feeding of this life they stole.
I watch these feathers cascade down,
joining the cospses never found.
False enchantments lose their sway,
Darkness's advancements shadowed in fate.
Putrid creatures rage as reapers,
the sinister pollution that seems to feed of us.
I watch the darkness bleed across these skies,
tearing the hope of all these lives.
Malevolent demonic creatures that refuse to die,
lead by nothing more than a Devil's Cry.
Author notes
This is just the rewrite I did on Devil Cry a while back, nothing spiffy.
Written October 30th, 2006
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Huh?
Nothing spiffy? This is the personification of motherfucking spiffy. What a write -- this flows so incredibly well it's frightening. The forboding and desolate feel of the poem itself is awe-inspiring to say the least... Wow.
This is an excellent work... I shall have to steal it I think.
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