Breathing deeply, hope to find
The darkened secrets in your mind.
With my claws will you I rake,
Pray your Lord your soul I take.
Scythe of darkness so profound,
Taking lost souls never found.
Its dark beauty hard to see
Hiding in its master Me.
Colored robes of darkness drained
Hide inside My eyes well-trained.
Rotting hands, only bone,
Ice and steel and cold hard stone.
Foolish dreamers never wake,
Never see their lives at stake,
Darkness ‘round in every dream,
Cutting off that little scream.
Damned am I to serve my days
As harbinger of ancient ways.
Death my partner, its cold soul
Bringing justice to a world unwhole.
Note: this is probably my new favorite. I'm really enjoying making poems that are supposed to be chanted. This one decided to feed off my dark side. 'Twas epic.
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