The embers of life now burn in my hands, death hear my cry, retrieve this lost soul, his wandering path, end him now and let him be in eternal peace.
His spirit lost from the depths of the crystal caves, trapped in the line, his earthly body decayed in lone dwellings.
Flying fires, his power is shown, his soul in the loneliness of crystals, with no-one for love, no-one for care, his sanity crumbles, his sin ruling his rotted mind.
His heart now ice, he has no love in his death, raining evil, dripping with hate, he was destined, but did not know, he cradled his head in translucent arms.
Author notes
i may be ten, but i think, that me and my father, make a pretty good poetry couple.
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Comments
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this was a good piece. kind of hard to know exactly you are talking about, although i have an idea, sort of.
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Sorry, not what i'm looking for, nice try but it just didn't grasp my attension, i lost interest after the first line
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