Fallen Nightwing
With the cursing of the moon, the seas reach out,
howling to the heavens it's cursed roar,
the seas reaching high as a tower,
shattering the clouds to baby blue comets,
shedding tears to the wicked that have been damned,
forever burning for the dreadful crimes,
circling the eternal tomb where Satan fell,
fallen from the heavens to the pits of Hell,
the earth forever open to the wicked desires of their demonic counter parts,
we sit before the blazing fires that greet us,
wings scorched from the rising heat,
what rest do we as the wicked have but the seconds before we awake,
to forever be at the mercy of nothing,
we the fallen shall atone for our sins in Hell,
raving in the blaze,
shouting till we disappear beyond the gates,
the guards at our sides,
the gates of the fallen are the path to carnage,
the final flame flicks beyond us as we shout....,
"I'm sorry!!!!!",
for I am the guardian known as Nightwing,
I wave you farewell as you descend into your eternal slumber.
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Soul Carnival
PoetryA bound collection of my dark and romantic poems that speak to the soul as you can guess. Enjoy. But be prepared to see into my mind when you read this because it mirrors my thoughts. You think of crazy and beautiful stuff when you watch too much an...
