Deception lays in the wake,
allowing a pool of despair to linger towards me
creating a dreaded spirit, filled to the brim with sadistic destruction
oblivion created from the womb of terror
where the fierce are fed by the fear of the lowly.
the Heart's desire is shattered into nothingness
creating an abyss of total and utter hopelessness
where even the strong-minded are vanquished by the Bleakness
fire spews over the curtains as the warrior takes the stage
a heart filled with hope, gurgled by deep-seated hatred
the black smoke rises over the haunting wastelands
the bloodied spirals once held as divine stand as a testament
once beaming with pride
now has fallen into discord
the curtains close on the ill-fated hero
and arise unto a new era, filled with mindless destruction
awaiting the ticking timebomb within to explode
and exterminate the sickened life that suckles to the planet
where mayhem is constant
and war is of necessity
where bloodsoaked demons
and swarming insects verge for nothing but death
the stench of rotting corpses fill the unhallowed skies
and the blood of the moon shines over the dark horizon
showing the hellish tension that arises in the darkness
the evil shows no sign of surrender
and the blood keeps spilling
even nothingness has a price
and it has been cashed
The Master of Bedlam awaits the unloved souls of the apocalypse.
I was inspired to write this because of a traitor in my life, whom i will not say because she knows who she is.
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Hmm... Painfully relateable. I absolutely love this piece. Great use of imagery, and your vocabulary is completely gorgeous. As for the situation, I sympathize. You deserve loyalty and so much more, deary. Please tell me this isn't about me, although I'm more than convinced it isn't, lol. I love your take on betrayal. It takes much strength to come out of troubles and conflicts with pieces such as this one, lacking the fear to put it before others' judging eyes. My favorite lines are:
A heart filled with hope, gurgled by deep-seated hatred
The black smoke rises over the haunting wastelands
The bloodied spirals once held as divine stand as a testament
Once beaming with pride
Now has fallen into discord
And also:
Awaiting the ticking timebomb within to explode
And exterminate the sickened life that suckles to the planet
Where mayhem is constant
And war is of necessity
Very dark and vivid, beautifully demented, lovely. You are truly talented with your eloquent and intriquate wording, and your pieces are becoming increasingly enticing. Looks as though we have an aspiring inspirational author on our hands. You're going far in the literary business, lol. Amazingly done, scholar. I applaud you. Clap, clap! Keep penning, Anthony.
~Kaity.
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(appears in a violent column of flame; grinning
with the ruthless strings of malice pulling at his
parched, ashen lips)
...charming, Lord Shadow.
(chuckles; grim and hollow)
...uplifting to the highest degree.
(claps; with some acclamation)
...it seems as though you have managed to make
even The Dread feel a shade...
(smirks)
...saner?
(bows and performs his typical exaggerated flourish)
Well done, Az.
I do SO enjoy a dark write.
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Daughter of Night
nice poem so much corruption you have imagined. Now tell me is the traitor me -
i am so sorry that you have been betrayed like that!.... but your poem was very good
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Wow, deep and moving... I can imagine a story coming out of this all.
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hmmm not bad...i like it
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