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He Is Called Death
written by YouSmileAs_I_Die04:27 AM 3/13/05The Prodigal Son returns,
Marked by His improvident audacity
Inside of His dark eyes, a morbid fire burns
A flash of cold steel, a sword moved with silent fluididty
The horse He sits upon rears, pawing the air and screaming with delight
His laugh matches that of His horse, harsh and shrill
He is prideful and stares down His bloody sword,
Daring anyone to callenge His callous might
None will go against Him so He cuts them down and takes His fill
Of blood, of carnage, and of blackened flesh
Finally His dark shadow passes, but it still weighs heavily on many minds
Who is this man whom everyone fears? Alas, He is called Death... |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by suicidal_dark_angel (3-13-2005 - 04:36 AM)
by xHunniBunnix (3-20-2005 - 10:48 PM)
| I loved the horse bit but then im crazy bout horses lol, i loved the last line aswell! i love all your poems chuck ur brill! xx *mwah* |
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