Hatred's Din

I wrote this at school but I never felt angry. Until now I guess.

Soul that burdens me

Find not thy serenity

May thy ears come deaf

From sounds that mean Death

Forlevened! Damned!

Curse these lips of hatred

Tarnished the stainless steel

Thou shall feel what I feel

May thy mind surrender

To the skies of unending sorrow

Come hear the singing sound

Of the voice of the Angel of Death!

May God have mercy on thee

May He hear your cry and plea

Oh, how pitiful thy soul is

Be gone you fool! Thou shall not rest!

Let thy life rest in eternal sleep

Never wake up from the darkness

Shut thy eyes and hear nothing

And whispers of hatred will haunt thee

The ghosts of the past

Let them haunt your dreams!

Harsh I may say these words

But my soul cannot rest

Thy tears of sorrow, may they see

The splendid joy of my anger

Oh how heartless this soul is

To the minds of many 

Wander, my dear, wander

If ever thee gets lost

Let my hands guide you

To the darkness of day

Author's Note

Forlevened means abandon in Middle English. I wanted to say many more but I can't let that happen. Not again. :P

Reviews

[Legendary]

My, this is a powerful poem coming out from a young lass like you. The words.. the stanzas.. they're so full of anger and at the same time, the power inside you is coming out and it is as if you were talking like a prophet who speaks out the truth but this one shows hatred so what I just said was completely unrelated. (This is not really a good review.) But I am impressed on how you used the Middle English. It is like I've read a poem of a small and girl version of William Shakespeare. This is a strong poem. You really brought your emotions out here but try not to repeat the same words all over again so that the poem will beautify. That is all. Good job!

-General