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Morbid Tales
When fire leaps from the northern mountain
roaring hellfire awaits
servants of sorcery
diabolical
rage on the heavens
the rites of their crosses
smashed down
the pentagram burns bright
darkness shall be eternal
roaring hellfire awaits
servants of sorcery
diabolical
rage on the heavens
the rites of their crosses
smashed down
the pentagram burns bright
darkness shall be eternal
Published 15th Mar 2024
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15th Mar 2024 9:33pm
15th Mar 2024 10:31pm
Many of the poems were written a long time ago. Last weekend I went into my attic, opened up some of my storage tubs and found all of my notebooks I use to write during my late teens, 20's into my 30's. Then stopped for a long long time. Just got back into it last year. Many of them needed to be tweaked due to wording or I just couldn't read them. They were all written in pencil.
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15th Mar 2024 10:55pm
I think of the tale of Prometheus.
He was so good,
but endured such terror for the sake of humanity.
He was so good,
but endured such terror for the sake of humanity.
15th Mar 2024 10:57pm
Good point. Nice comparison to my poem. Thanks for commenting and placing on your reading list.
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16th Mar 2024 10:22am
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16th Mar 2024 11:00am
17th Mar 2024 1:43pm
There's a youthful resonance to this one, wicked yet somehow whimsical. I liked it.
17th Mar 2024 1:48pm
Good Point. It's youthful because I wrote this one a very long time ago. I'm revisiting poems i've written while in my 20's.
Thanks for reading and posting.
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