Will

was, when i began to scribble it down, not intended to be a poem.

     UPON MY DEATH,
        THIS EVE
      THE SETTING SUN DECLARES
         ON MY FINAL SLEEP-
"You will not remove this seed,
or the imagination of Satan be loosed inside you;
you will not remove this seed,
that the dream of Lucifer be everlasting."

Author's Note

Shhh I cannot tell. it was just before this that I began reading Dante's Inferno, and that ignited such a beautiful fire in me. haha. Do you ever find yourself thinking in pure poetry, to the point where it's kind of annoying? Wonderfull isn't it? Thats what Dante does to me.

Reviews

[FelicityAllona]

I do not know why but this gave me ghost bumps..
:))
Really interesting :))

[Coyote Poetry]

A interesting poem. Can't remove what we were. We will died in the same tings we lived for. Direct and honest words led the reader to a strong ending. A excellent poem.
Coyote