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Miller. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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In a shroud of darkness
Her stallion neighs , leading death to
where death preys.
As black as the night as cruel as the day
Her aura speaking , in different shades of
Steadying her steed ,the stench of fear
A smile so malicious , in comparison even
Hades would pale.
In blood soaked linen she prowls the
Watching and yearning for hatred to
For blood to seek blood for vengeance to
In the darkness of the shadows she
For when death calls, even fate makes
In the valley of death,
A golden gate is all that stands in the way
Of greedy wicked souls and judgement
Peter's gates seal shut And death stakes
With a reign so great even the Roman
empire of olde, would in fear,disappate.
It sends forth its flails
A sentence to forever serve,
For when a black soul is captured
Only it's charred flesh remains unburnt.
Into the flesh of the damned it sinks it's
Untill their black hearts
have no blood to bleed
Christened with the power of Hell's
To the depths of the underworld each
soul is dragged through hell 's fire,
forever to stay
Alas! Not even the most powerful can
Their wretched lives full of fear and hate
Can never compare to their gruesome
They scream in agony, fuelling hell's
vengeful fire with their pain
Their burning bodies for all eternity , in
hell 's fire will remain.
No bad deed, remains hidden,
no soul left unturned.
For when death stakes it's claim
Time shudders and in the name of destiny
you will disappear.
Once death's icy grips stain your foul soul
You will learn that even an infant ,
suckling on it's mother's breast, is not a