exsanguis Posted December 15, 2004 Report Posted December 15, 2004 Souls Without Names The fires of Hell burn bright, In the middle of the night, Waiting for an angel to fall, No hope of salvation at all. A poor lost soul, Is swallowed up whole, Consumed in the flames, They are souls without names. The fires are ablaze, In this fiendish maze, Consumed by shame, There is no one to blame. The fires are aglow, As you sink so low, The Devil has cast his spell, You face eternity in Hell.
Loki Wyrd Posted December 16, 2004 Report Posted December 16, 2004 Nice. To me the second stanza sounds almost perfect as I read it. Or maybe even perfect, it's just they always speak of nothing being perfect (or is it no one?).
dragonqueen Posted December 17, 2004 Report Posted December 17, 2004 Excellent poem. Nice rythym and rhymes. Seems to me like this isn't such a common topic; liked the first stanza. The only thing I have to point out is the second stanza doesn't quite seem to flow with the rest of the poem, rythym-wise. But these are only my thoughts, and this is a splendid first poem.
exsanguis Posted December 17, 2004 Author Report Posted December 17, 2004 The Sorcerer cast his spell, Raises demons from hell, Trouble is brewing, It will make shocking viewing. The sky will turn black, There is no going back, Cities thrown into turmoil, Nothing left to spoil. Nothing but ruins and bricks, That’s what comes of devilish tricks, Beware when calling on the Dark Lord, Be sure you agree a price you can afford. There is no point in taking a leading role, If you let him feast on your soul, A member of the living dead, Should have asked the Good Lord instead. Pray for salvation, Or else face damnation.
Katzaniel Posted December 17, 2004 Report Posted December 17, 2004 Hmm, cool. I like these. The first one is smoother than the second, I thought, but both interesting. Welcome the The Pen, exsanguis, and keep 'em coming.
exsanguis Posted December 17, 2004 Author Report Posted December 17, 2004 The Tree of Despair hangs over me Its enveloping branches choke the life out of me It feeds on death to renew itself Its only hope is to lead the innocent into damnation The death of innocent souls keeps it alive So many souls have passed this way And met their doom Led astray by the grim surroundings They found many ways to kill themselves Hundreds of bodies hang from the branches And the leaves are blood red They fall to the ground And turn black Adding to the sense of despondency All those filled with shame Head this way Your end awaits you Welcome to the Wood of Death And the Tree of Despair In this land of dead souls The Dark Lord surveys all His blood red eyes dismiss all hope And twinkle wickedly at the dreadful scene Only evil can thrive in his Dark Kingdom Each night he counts the victims Who hang from the Tree of Despair I give you fair warning Do not trespass there
exsanguis Posted December 22, 2004 Author Report Posted December 22, 2004 Written 3 years ago, at the ripe old age of 15 Sometimes, you see nothing With your eyes wide open, And when you see You perceive nothing. Sometimes, you run your fingers on things But the sense of touch is lost, Even when you touch You feel nothing. Sometimes you breathe in air Full of smells, But you smell nothing. Even when you smell, Do you recognize what it is? No, everything smells the same. Sometimes, with all the noise around you, You only hear the sound of the silence. A silence, which means nothing to you. Sometimes, you walk along a road. An endless road, leading to nowhere. Still you try to reach the end, As if there is one. Sometimes, you go to sleep You dream of things that never happened never will. Your pain wakes you up. Only to remind you it was a dream. Sometimes, you look into the future Which only brings your past. A past so painful, All black and white. Sometimes, you take a shower in the moonlight to wash away your pain. Light sweeps your heart only to refresh your agony again. Sometimes, you find yourself amid four walls. Walls so high that you can't even see the sky, May be there is none for you. Sometimes, the clock slows down, The time doesn't pass. Each second seems an hour, Counting down infinite time. Sometimes, you hope for better hope for change. And when it changes, It only worsens the worst. Sometimes, you try to show what's inside you. The pain the agony, the lust for love. But to whom? You live in a world where you are the only one. Sometimes, you cry aloud, You weep with the silence of death. You don't know why you are the one to feel the only one to suffer such grief. Sometimes, you like someone She dislikes you as much as you like her. Then, you love her, Hatred is what you get in return. As much hatred as your love. Sometimes, you wish to draw the end to a life without any enemy nor any friend. You want to give up all. What stops you all the time? What keeps you alive? Hope.
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