Submissions by elliotgale

Within a cavern cold and dank exists a broken mind,  
Forsaken by the light of God he broods in darkness blind.  
What brilliant scales adorn this beast, such armour thick and strong,  
But crumbling pieces fall away as seconds tick along.  
   
A mirror knows the mask he shows (his poisonous disguise),  
The heart can only bleed so much, eventually it dies.  
Upon the creature’s granite lap, a handsome sword now marred,  
The craftsmanship was without fault, yet still the steel is scarred.  
   
The umber walls are etched with eyes,...