LiberatorA Poem by Morgan AshireThis is a song about death. Could be interchanged with "Supernatural/Occult."Night descending unto the earth, Wicked wisdom, cloaked in black, Shrouded shadow, confiscating, Never giving anything back.
In the darkness, I will find you, Make your nightmares Breathe down your neck.
Pitch black wings with scaled feathers, Freeing those constrained to life. Bound in shackles, I beseech you, Liberate me from this strife.
I call your name.
Your touch, so cold.
Infernal vanquisher, Eloquent median, Eternal solution, Rise from your grave. Fear gains lead when reason faulters. Meet your fate and destructor. Face him now, for your time has come. Death will be your liberator.
-Take the hand of death and walk with him into oblivion.- (Free me now)
Hand of death. Satan's spawn. Subject of the reaper's song. Site of blackness. Gate of despair. Taker of lives, beyond all compare.
Hand of death. Satan's spawn. Subject of the reaper's song. Decaying father. Decrepit healer. Liberating all, the ancient life stealer.
Death will be your savior. © 2008 Morgan AshireFeatured Review
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9 Reviews Added on March 12, 2008 Last Updated on March 12, 2008 AuthorMorgan AshireChandler, AZAboutI am a relatively new writer who is, in my eyes, just starting to be heard by those around me. I have no reputation, nor do I really seek one. I am here to share my writing. I am also looking at the p.. more..Writing
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