At rest atop my rocky perch,
to gather strength and wit
To fight the battles coming soon,
to win and not submit
The evil that’s inside of me,
was spawn from Satan’s lore
Making me the unholy one,
knocking right at heaven’s door
I have no righteous answer,
for me no worthy cause
Just heinous thoughts of emptiness,
bringing me to pause
Among the swirling winds of time,
its blood upon my feet
Filled with lies of yesterday
my soul is pure deceit
Tomorrow’s battle comes again,
and many more will die
On the dark side’s where I stand,
as I reign terror from the sky
Author notes
Picture credit photobucket
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt. by Angelflower.
600 points, ended October 3, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Fallen Angel and Dark Fairies by Dark Otter.
700 points, ended January 29, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I love the picture!
You did well in conceiving this rhyming narrative to go with it.
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this was really good, dark in a rhyming way..
I really liked the way you weaved your story here.. you did such a wonderful job.. thank you very much for sharing! best of luck in the contest.
Angel
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