Chaos is his game
what he feeds on
every night that
he breathes
He waves around his
wand and watches
with flames of passion
in his eyes
and the world around
him crumbles
His twisted mind shouts
with glee at ever little detail
_confusion, destruction, screams hidden in shadow
A grin dances among his
face and his heart
pounds with more intensity
In his top hat he hides
the flaws from the world,
so when he reigns chaos on us
they are plunged into darkness
so we cannot see his face
Dancing among torment
and carrying an everlasting pallor,
the magician plays his game
of chaos, until dawn breaks his stride.
Author notes
9) CHAOS MAGICIAN
haha my third and final entry, hope you like this one better brother!
♥ Kathraina
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soo....whats your honest opinion?
Comments
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That is freakin creepy. Reminds me of the Joker. Great job, fantastic imagery.
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Very well crafted, dark.
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so shows you have made the effort
brilliant poem
thanks sis
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I'm glad you like it
good luck with the judging bro!
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