David Irby Poet Rhyme

Damned

I curse the night that lives in me
and turned my heart so cold.

I blaspheme the hollow gods
who failed to save my soul.

I blame the laughing crones of fate
who placed me in this cell 

and bargain with Beelzebub
to pardon me from hell.  

Though I burn inside the flames
of infernos I made,

I shall suffer silently,
and feign I'm not afraid.

I damn the tears inside my eyes,
for I won't cry aloud.

Although I know that I am doomed,
my head shall ne'er be bowed.

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