A broken angel above the holy cross
Gripping satan's scythe of death
A scenic view of death and carnage
Choking me out of my mortal breath
Smiling sinisterly as if breaking apart
Ready to revive the resting dead
How could this menace be
Beauty with destructions dread
I saw the sore of it's dying hands
Creeping and tearing lice
Birth of rotten pain within
Madness gave him a price
The rage of it's grim eyes
Black yet mystically on fire
Eyes that ment a message
Echoing in the wind so dire
At the peak of it's metamorphosis
I watch valiantly in trembling form
Wings gush out as white as the moon
Now this dark angel is born
Author notes
picture prompt i hope you like it, i just felt like rhyming,, i hope you find the rhyming apropriate rather than cheesy,, well then feast..
A contest entry
- Trapped In Fear by Sorrow is the name.
400 points, ended May 21, 2008, 15 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i totally like it man!
It like rocks and It fits the title perfectly! Its like I can hear your voive speaking it to me! It like rocks! =]
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I Like It alot
It Fits The Picture so Well
I Could Actual Hear It Speak
I Like This Write Alot
Thanks For Entering
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thanks feels good you liked it,, this write gave me a hell of a head ache ^^, atleast i had fun... well best luck and wishes for me then ^^,
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