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Hell Hath Fury
On the cusp of last winter’s grasp
Heated words come to light from the past
Hell hath fury for one so wretched
Such as I whom envies his Father
Mad with dementia
I fall...
Spiraling through the coldest night
Scorned and discarded before morning’s light
The sights beheld are wiped from memory
Stars collapse under the weight of tragedy
Failure and shame burn deep in my heart
I should have known right from the start
The dark feeds bloody knives in the gray
Days ahead when jealous angels pine away
Poisonous eons carry on until
Bitter blood burns inside
Dawning...
Trident gods and dead behemoths
And seraphim whimpering their laments
Choking ash is mixed with misery
The lightning strikes on souls filled with agony
No golden halls laced with roses and thorns
Deep in divine hearts, hatred spawned
I took the road that was never paved
But was empty and void and cold as the grave
Eidolons suffering, appalling it seems
Severing is the only course
I spoke to Him
But the silence was deafening
I pleaded them
But eyes burned with rage
Stricken and heartbreaking
Sadness infused
With a heavy dose of madness
Chaos ensued
I went to war with
The one I so envied
I was branded thus:
Abaddon, The Adversary
Beelzebub, Belial
The Tempter and The Thief
I burn...
Severed all ties with cherubs of old
Slither, I led two lovers to the cold
An apple tainted with tampering
The bitter truth is moist and savory
What better way to lead to damnation
I set a path from salvation
The great beast that burdens with the pain
Of a child left alone carrying the blame
The smoldering, moldering pits of Hell
Have never seemed so much like home
I bear the mantle:
Lucifer, Leviathan
The Morning Star
Apollyon
I spoke to Him
But the silence was deafening
I pleaded them
But eyes burned with rage
Stricken and heartbreaking
Sadness infused
With a heavy dose of madness
Chaos ensued
I went to war with
The one I so envied
Judas wails his blasphemy
In his heart a traitor’s seed
Defy the lord dead for greed
In the pits for eternity
On the cusp of last winter’s grasp
When at last martyrs die in the past
Hell hath fury for one so wretched
Such as I whom envies his Father
Mad with dementia
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Heated words come to light from the past
Hell hath fury for one so wretched
Such as I whom envies his Father
Mad with dementia
I fall...
Spiraling through the coldest night
Scorned and discarded before morning’s light
The sights beheld are wiped from memory
Stars collapse under the weight of tragedy
Failure and shame burn deep in my heart
I should have known right from the start
The dark feeds bloody knives in the gray
Days ahead when jealous angels pine away
Poisonous eons carry on until
Bitter blood burns inside
Dawning...
Trident gods and dead behemoths
And seraphim whimpering their laments
Choking ash is mixed with misery
The lightning strikes on souls filled with agony
No golden halls laced with roses and thorns
Deep in divine hearts, hatred spawned
I took the road that was never paved
But was empty and void and cold as the grave
Eidolons suffering, appalling it seems
Severing is the only course
I spoke to Him
But the silence was deafening
I pleaded them
But eyes burned with rage
Stricken and heartbreaking
Sadness infused
With a heavy dose of madness
Chaos ensued
I went to war with
The one I so envied
I was branded thus:
Abaddon, The Adversary
Beelzebub, Belial
The Tempter and The Thief
I burn...
Severed all ties with cherubs of old
Slither, I led two lovers to the cold
An apple tainted with tampering
The bitter truth is moist and savory
What better way to lead to damnation
I set a path from salvation
The great beast that burdens with the pain
Of a child left alone carrying the blame
The smoldering, moldering pits of Hell
Have never seemed so much like home
I bear the mantle:
Lucifer, Leviathan
The Morning Star
Apollyon
I spoke to Him
But the silence was deafening
I pleaded them
But eyes burned with rage
Stricken and heartbreaking
Sadness infused
With a heavy dose of madness
Chaos ensued
I went to war with
The one I so envied
Judas wails his blasphemy
In his heart a traitor’s seed
Defy the lord dead for greed
In the pits for eternity
On the cusp of last winter’s grasp
When at last martyrs die in the past
Hell hath fury for one so wretched
Such as I whom envies his Father
Mad with dementia
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 4th Apr 2015
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4th Apr 2015 5:08am
4th Apr 2015 5:20am
Just a thing I threw together, lol. This one was brewing for a few days. Thanks for stopping by.
4th Apr 2015 8:17am
that's awesome, you don't need me to tell you this, but you're obviously very talented. write on... i'll be reading.
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Anonymous
4th Apr 2015 11:39pm
This poem speaks from the heart. . .is it your heart?
There's much grief and regret woven into this piece, and it breaks my heart to relate too. An individual w/dementia is worse than an individual w/cancer. . .from that, I speak of experience.
Beautifully penned, Sir Hades.
There's much grief and regret woven into this piece, and it breaks my heart to relate too. An individual w/dementia is worse than an individual w/cancer. . .from that, I speak of experience.
Beautifully penned, Sir Hades.
5th Apr 2015 5:03am
I'm sure we have all experienced feeling like these. Grief and regret seem to run amok among us poets though. And dementia and cancer are two of the worst demons ever, in my opinion.
Anyways, thank you for checking it out and I'm happy that you liked it.
Anyways, thank you for checking it out and I'm happy that you liked it.
