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| Poem; well, more of a lyric story | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 29 2008, 01:27 PM (131 Views) | |
| BigFOoT | Dec 29 2008, 01:27 PM Post #1 |
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Here I stand before your door The most hated of all The speck of filth impure and withered Sickening grin wretches my face For the bloody rust on my axe Belongs to all your precious dreams The glint in my eye is icy cold For you know I rejoice to hear your screams Hold your trap you wicked wench I know how you played my emotions You trampled my efforts and tokens of love You sneered upon my honest devotion. Out of the village I was cast The scum of society A utterly heartless act Flowing from your supposed deity Hated and feared for being different I was sentenced to the Darkness But all the wounds all got to mend Single-handedly , I turned curse into a bless From the forsaken forest I emerged Strengthened by a thousand taunts The ghosts and shades became my friends And now I’m the darkness that haunts For I am the demon The demon of despair I’m the one you truly hate The desecrator of your lair I feasted upon your light And bestowed darkness in return You drown in regret and fear For I’m the dealer of your tears You have no use of your heart So I shall rip it from your veins You have no use of your soul So I shall reap it from your being So easily it snapped And now it’s no longer like it used to Unused , utterly obsolete it was, trapped In the succubus That was you The villagers did not understand What blessings I had brought And so I fell, by justices hand Giving me the liberating condemning That I had so eagerly sought. |
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| Ryan | Dec 30 2008, 01:23 AM Post #2 |
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I like this poem. I haven't read anything in this style in a long time...probably a year or more. I love the line near the beginning, "The speck of filth impure and withered." I like the evil spawned from corrupted love story. |
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| BigFOoT | Dec 30 2008, 05:16 AM Post #3 |
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Thank you for the comment. I still haven't fully mastered my English yet, but as you can hopefully see I try my best |
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| Ryan | Dec 31 2008, 12:07 AM Post #4 |
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Don't worry, most people who have English as their first language don't write in English half as well as you do. I'd actually forgotten that English is a second-language to you. |
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| BigFOoT | Jan 1 2009, 05:28 PM Post #5 |
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well, it's my third, but my French got a little rusty... thank you very much for the compliment. |
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