Darkness by PoeticDemon

A sheathe at my waist
A bloody blade not yet drawn,
Wait until dawn,
The sun so bright
Just does not feel right,

Burning torture of the day
Hoping to die where i lay,
The day passes by,
God's agonizing light
Turn's to night,

Darkness' Beauty is high and vast
Like others of the past,
Walk out into the dangerous world once more
For your life is mine, it is not to much for me to afford,
You are worthless innless you worship me
All hail my glorious name,

You are children of darkness,
Satan’s useless play pieces in a sick game,
Like pawns in the game of chess
He takes your soul and puts you to rest,

Follow me through the night
Help me win this immortality fight,
Fight for my name
Fight for torture and pain!

Listen to my death wish
Follow me through darkness’ endless abyss,
You now belong to me you are my slave
Mess with me you’ll be the one digging your own grave!

This is not a threat,
It is but your only warning,
Come to me my children and be saved
I will give what Satan has not yet gave,

PoeticDemon (24.15.118.213) -- Saturday, July 3 2004, 07:47 pm

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not one of my favorite poems i wrote... just got bored one day and felt like writing

~james~

robert (12.178.128.147) -- Friday, September 10 2004, 02:46 am

this is a awsome poem
good job on this poem it is very good so keep wrighting man

PoeticDemon (68.21.160.226) -- Friday, November 5 2004, 02:58 pm

Thanks
Thanks Robert i'm glad you liked it, and i intend to keep writing as long as i can ^.^

~James~

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