Wretched souls, no repentance,
allowing Satan's evil to lurk.
Exposing to view his intentions,
you deny me, I falter, I fail.
Fallen from grace, he awaits me,
weak, I agree to his bidding.
In his light, I now reside,
reaping your souls in death.
Yet on bended knee,in darkness
I pray, Dear Lord, save my soul!
Author notes
credit; Fallen Angel by so close at deviantart
A contest entry
- Fallen Angel pic prompt by Grey Mouser.
650 points, ended April 24, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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There is always hope even in the darkness...choices made can not be changed but anything can be fixed.
Lovely as always!
sis
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It just makes me wonder...if you believe in it, and you seek it, maybe it's never too late to find your way from darkness to light.
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What a wonderful read, it goes to show that even in the darkest times there is always a light.
Well done and thankyou so much for your kind words on my poem.
Love and light.
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Even doing the Devils work, one keeps their eyes to the Light. Nicely done and many thanks for entering into the contest.
Be well and be blessed.
GM -
Terrific take on the image prompt. Sadness and desperation is felt deeply by the end of the poem. The ending is perfect.
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