The Fallen's Retribution

A Poem by Dunamis Pneuma

Descriptive personification or atleast my crack at it.

The Fallen's Retribution

Long has it waited, with sharpened fangs to pass righteous judgment upon the wayward mortui. The sentence has been given and severe is the punishment for those who have abandoned grace, for fugacious carnal desires. Ever patient, with the promise that soon, it's feast will begin. Though as gluttony sets in, it cannot help, but long to indulge itself in it's great platter. As many are prepared for it's final feast by the seraphic incubus who stalks all. Feeding the slaughter, to be ripe for the day of the grand banquet. For if none take the quarter that has been offered. None will ever escape the clutches of it's serrated talons. Though the messianic grace is boundless, the judgment is unwavering, and unbiased. Brandishing it's fangs, with divine validation it perches itself upon the hallowed vine. Eagerly waiting for the dead to rise and the revelation to end. With a wolfish grin it stands as the great harvest grows ever so steadily in the wake of man's greed. For soon he will come and like a thief in the night, stealing only the most valuable of souls. Long has it waited, with the flames of burning sulfur to end the onerous curse of the damned.

© 2017 Dunamis Pneuma

Author's Note

So as you may all see my writing doesn't have stanzas. I write in free verse, because I don't particularly like to write with boundaries on my writings. Also rhyming isn't my thing haha.