The sun sets for the very last time as a dirge rises from choirs of the impaled.
Blasphemous shadows dance to the beat of fire as evil consumes the earth with ravenous hunger.
The ground runs crimson with the blood of mortals,
The air grows putrid with the scent of death.
The horned beast has been throned king of the earth.
In the darkness, screams of melancholy and hatred fill the air as humanity is forever lost in the vast abyss of forgotten memories.
Rivers run not of water but of tears and blood as the earth takes it's last few feeble breaths.
The ground runs crimson with the blood of mortals,
the air grows putrid with the scent of death.
The horned beast has been throned king of the earth.
Please tell me what you think
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Nice write.
Don't know how this "Return the favor with a specific write" works, so i'll just drop you a few links of some reads you might like in vein of this write itself.
http://allpoetry.com/poem/5513523
http://allpoetry.com/poem/4796991
http://allpoetry.com/poem/5517717
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I LOVE THIS. This is so great! I love demonic, evil poetry and you dominate the unholy poetry genre. This is so macabre, and the imagery so intense. I love this part:
[a dirge rises from choirs of the impaled]
That is gruesome.
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That may be the best compliment I've ever had, thank you.
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How did I miss this before, I like this one too, very visual.
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Excellent, I like your style ~Bret~
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Thank you
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