With the loud and divine sound of the horn
Prognosticated doomsday will happen
The foretold world of justice will be born
Sinister spirits will be uneven
There will be two paths before all the fates
One will lead to heavenly Paradise
As the other path ends to the Hell’s gates
To continual and painful demise
As my time comes to stand before the God
With no fear I will embrace my sentence
To my rigid doom I have always trod
Here I will never ask about penance
I will ask a fundamental question
About the purpose of my creation
Himedal
Sep2011
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Of Love And Darkness
PoetryCollection of my recent Gothic poems. Following Edgar Allan Poe's Dark Romanticism with the help of actual reasons and events of my own life.
