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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The winds howled screaming with death's verdict, His icy fingers grappled at the ships haul, Pulling and twisting without any mercy's salvation. Vengeance's arch angel, his black robes rippling in The hostile breeze, heckles at the dying souls As the last grasping for life is hushed, Beneath the waves murky deep. He gathers these unfortunate within his blackend nets, Relishing in their pains agony, Feasting upon regrets darkest harvest. A darker kingdom welcomes their demonic honored father, Ruling this land of fire and bone chilling ice, Hatred's faithful bow low, unto this shunned by god. In the shadows realm deviate malformations dance A waltz in tune with dooms echoing to come. Hush creatures of the night, for it shall come, My children in kindred's spirits of thou’est most evil. When the bowels of heaven are shut tight, and Darkness consumes the world of man, so than Harken well it tolls the bellows of doom. Blowing their trumpets casting asunder by thunders Earth shaking mighty hammer, will fall and Crack the world in two, Than shall we not feast upon the meek And mislead. No salivations prayers can save them, For they belong to me. For am I not the sinful father, embracing These fallen children within my dark embrace, Is this not what they've asked for, To join me in this masquerade of death. A wicked snare breaks across his dry Blistered lips, As a cackles laughter echoes from this no mans Land of the living dead! Here life evades capture, and only terrors Shackles rattle at freedoms liberation, Teasing its prisoners with a breath of fresh Air from the world above. A torturous paradise for those forsaken, But it feeds the crimson lord and master Quit well. Hell's ebony doors slam shut behind him, As he rests upon his bloody throne! Soon my brethren echoes into the night, As the moons illusion shines across the Unsuspecting world at somber, Dreaming left unaware, unsuspected Just as he likes it. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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