The Darkside and My Devil
Rusted spiers
Splinted by liers,
Triers in sin
And all that is wrong
Mounted in untruth
Where they've been for so long
Dented hopes
Noosed with ropes,
They team with darkness
Writhes with ire
A most jaded wretchness
Our ghouls within
Away won't spin
Din of fear
Clear not the future
But danger to come
Fighting fast is the creature.
Copyright © Jen Reagh | Year Posted 2012
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