I Am Darkness
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Category:
Poetry › Free Verse
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
673
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
I Am Darkness
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Bites\'n\'Nibbles
No Good without Evil. No Love without Hate. No Innocence without Lust. I am Darkness. There may never be another dawn. Every wolf suffers fleas, \'tis easy enough to scratch. The dreams of youth are the regrets of maturity... What is Light without Dark?
Fire, fire burning higher,
Making music like a choir!
May be innocent, may be sweet,
Ain\'t half as nice as rotting meat!
Black as midnight, black as pitch,
Blacker than the foulest witch...
Love you say, well... Love is another matter. WHAT CARE I FOR HUMAN HEARTS? SOFT AND SPIRITLESS AS PORRIAGE!!! ...
... Round and round and round and round, before your lost, ye must be found!
Once there was a lady fair,
Rode out upon her milk-white steed.
Roses and dewdrops woven in her hair,
And in her heart, the Devil\'s seed.
Sweet William did a-hunting go,
All through the deep woods where Faeries dwell.
From dusk till dawn roamed he, To and Fro...
Lost, Oh Lost, all under their spell!
Came he to where Blueebells grow,
And he heard them ring, \'tis true to tell!
And he lay him down and did not know,
The flowers\' sound was his own death knell.
For as he slept came the lady fair,
And gathered him up behind her saddle.
Now, all ye young hunters of Bluebells beware,
For Sweet William rode straight through...
The Gates Of Hell...!
Thanks!
Bites\'n\'Nibbles
No Good without Evil. No Love without Hate. No Innocence without Lust. I am Darkness. There may never be another dawn. Every wolf suffers fleas, \'tis easy enough to scratch. The dreams of youth are the regrets of maturity... What is Light without Dark?
Fire, fire burning higher,
Making music like a choir!
May be innocent, may be sweet,
Ain\'t half as nice as rotting meat!
Black as midnight, black as pitch,
Blacker than the foulest witch...
Love you say, well... Love is another matter. WHAT CARE I FOR HUMAN HEARTS? SOFT AND SPIRITLESS AS PORRIAGE!!! ...
... Round and round and round and round, before your lost, ye must be found!
Once there was a lady fair,
Rode out upon her milk-white steed.
Roses and dewdrops woven in her hair,
And in her heart, the Devil\'s seed.
Sweet William did a-hunting go,
All through the deep woods where Faeries dwell.
From dusk till dawn roamed he, To and Fro...
Lost, Oh Lost, all under their spell!
Came he to where Blueebells grow,
And he heard them ring, \'tis true to tell!
And he lay him down and did not know,
The flowers\' sound was his own death knell.
For as he slept came the lady fair,
And gathered him up behind her saddle.
Now, all ye young hunters of Bluebells beware,
For Sweet William rode straight through...
The Gates Of Hell...!