Dawn Gordon Poet Lay

The Lay of the Last Dark Prince

 The Lay of The Last Dark Prince

Slithering to her madness still,
Darkness still reigned over his sill,
He gathered to her insanity,
Conversing gnashing tongues won't flee,
Spitting compliments from the dark,
To one with a large forehead mark,
Holding on to hell with his hand,
He refuses good with a stand,
Shimmering Cimmerian shade,
Holding hands with his one dark maid,
Fighting all that is good and light,
He remains with her through that night,
She lays down her final dark prince,
Failed Gods spiritual rinse,
Sunset with real love awaits,
Two christian spirits, true soulmates.

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Dawn Gordon April 17, 2011 at 10:20 PM thanks..yeah sometime we get a dark prince..

Charles Henderson April 17, 2011 at 9:03 PM this is quite good. don't know why you haven't had more comments. sometimes when i have one that no one seems to read I just delete it off and put it back on again. Of course if you have comments they are sort of hard to part with, and they go also. Keep up the good work. Charles