Death

This poem goes out to a freind of mine who's name is Death, and some other cool people. Yall know who you are! ;)

  A great immortal of such immportance

  A great leader of a massive prision of souls

  Master of war, and fear

  His tears you can still feal, and his insane screams you can sill hear

 

  Death only asked for justice, but recieved insanity

  Hear his pleads for what's right, but recieve insanity

  A figure of true leadership, but now a legend with an ending

  Guess he just lost his grip

 

  Suicide because he became what he sought to demolish

  So an act of self abolish

  A war fought well, but an eternity spent wrong

  Death may have helped, but only people on the same road he struggled along

 

  He saw good in darkness, and that's now where he remains

  Mabye there is, but without him there's light to see

  Death, such irony

  But now he rests finnally  

Author's Note

Some really cool people back in the day rped with me in a game called Prision of Souls. It was really fun being the charecter I was, his name was Death. He was different and unique. Unfortanitaley Death was put to an eternel rest.

Reviews

[quinfinn]

excellent write, takes the mind to some very dark venues, willing or not

[David the writer]

Yeah? Thanks

[RachelReaper]

ah, remember those good ol' days? I sure do. Nice job, David, I really like this, its awesome.

[David the writer]

Thanks a lot. And i'll never forget about Prision of Souls!