Devils spawn of Death was born
Rising from the ashes he belongs
To the fortress of doom and black stone
Amongst the evil for which he lays
Remaining dust upon the bed of cobwebs
Nothing left of the human within, departed
Belonging to a scene of a dead mans dream
Consuming blood to erase his decaying corpse
Long since denied his awakening from the ashes
For the return of his salvation, his very soul
Spawn of death has long since been denied
Caged behind his fortress of black stone
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well truth be told I am unsure of what to say nor write about this poem of yours sis I mean I really love the darkness you create with your writes and well this one is exactly like that nice and dark and I love the edginess you give off as well. yopur images created through your words haunt us all but also allure to our appeal and yet I also find it that we can somewhat all relate to this write from you as well. any ways nice work all round and keep up the nice work
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