At day I fight the warriors fight.
Because my heart is made of light,
Comes the dread of mine own blight-
Demons dark as blackest night.
Except that oh, they do forget
Falling Angels, a-many, I have met.
Gone With the Wind is not Their name,
Hellfires happenings will not break my sane.
In the cold an’ crisp-air riot,
Jests a-many
Kill my kin,
Love is my Name…I will not sin.
Move They won’t
Neither will I!
Of course I’m bound to suffer and die-
Proud I am of my heart,
Quintessential of Heavens Lark.
Rage the storm fiery and fierce
So goes the Warriors ballad song.
Tonight the tribulation will carry forth,
Unless my soul is captured…
Venerated and pure and true…
Well, I will not give it to you, devil!
Xeric though my land may be,
You will not have that victory-
Zeal for Him is my middle name.
Categories:
hellfires, absence, abuse, allusion, angel,
Form: Abecedarian
Snaking through the embers of life,
Dwindling but evolving,
Dying yet growing,
Slithering past killers
Masquerading as givers,
Do gooders doing harm.
Selective blindness of us all,
Material riches for feed
Causing envy and greed;
Lives too short to care,
The flames keep raging
A fire surrounds mankind.
Casseroled in dishes of apathy,
The evolved cook slowly;
Technological advancements,
Smokescreens for control;
Until the masters and slaves
Perish in the Hellfires they made.
Categories:
hellfires, fire, judgement, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
My mind's disturbed
fading
crumbling into abyss
a selfmade purgatory
hellfires burn in my soul
as my inner child bleeds a pus like substance
what to do
someone tell me
I need saving from myself
Categories:
hellfires, depression, life,
Form: Free verse