Terror speaks of crimson doom,
of sinful, silent, satin mood.
The dawn of death
hath now appeared.
The black sun risen,
life now revered.
The past is done,
is set in stone.
Are you ready to die?
Now come alone.
Speak now for all to listen,
even though
your sentence is given.
Sorrow is spoken
in these hallowed halls.
The failure to duty,
duty long past called.
Now you pay what you must,
and what you owe to all of us.
Death now speaks of crimson doom,
of silent, sinful, silvery mood.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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That was so dark, I liked it. It has good imaginary and good vivid images. The last sentaz were the best in my opinion,nice poem!
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I dig. Reminds me of like some great medieval battle or something... Castles, swords, prison chambers, the hooded executioner. Good write.
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