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VII Glory

Surround thee

In thine dark veil

Erebus Daemon

Amidst misty cloud

Embrace in love

Miasma detestable

Apotheose thee

In thy image

Hic et nunc be will

Hec be gone

Leaveth Eternal peace

Abide with thee.

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  • A God of darkness yet brings forth life..the womb surrenders and in thine image new life comes forth...giver yet taker...smooth and very enjoyable...thank you sweetly for creating..

  • Oh son of god, Khaos the divine wind of the Black Pleague, let you be gone to whence you cam for this earth shall repose in an eternal peace and you shall trifle it no longer with your shadows of darkness and imminent death.

    I like it, I like it so!

    • Thank you, you seem to understand this write in some way, only Chaos is the womb that gave birth to all and from it, all came to be therefore it is a life bearer not of death
      Glad you liked my write

      • Yes but when you look at mythology Khaos was a god of darkness so to speak and Miasma detestable is more like a disease spreading causing death like the black pleague.

        I misread your intent but the poem stands as is nonetheless

        • I am glad you took the trouble to work out my write, also that you have knowledge of Mythology
          I suppose we are talking of ancient Greek Mythology and wich I know since my deccent is Greek
          When I write I have no idea what will come out of it and how a reader will interpute my poetry, surerly I strive to make people think and come up with their own conclusions as this is my intent and a write is worth more since it can have a special meaning for each one
          Lovely thoughts you have
          Thank you for the attention you have shown
          Nick


  • individuality gold member
    April 11

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    i think here of thine wil be done but twisted out of shape by devilish hands, a deformed parody of the light words from heaven, a good poem.

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