Poisoned

In darkness I wail
while he flees the deepest crypt;
storming the snowed hills with his
allegiance of war

One hand shewed light and promise
while the other fathered disease and decay.
A lost soul takes the throne.

His white castle among the ice
beams with a sinister glow while
the voices his people cry
knowing what corruption has taken them.

Nightly prowls claim his mind as
the shadows dance within his grasp.
Nothing will stop his descent into madness
and no one shall survive.

Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Nice dark write, I like the descriptions for the imagery. Also like this part:
"Nightly prowls claim his mind as
the shadows dance within his grasp."

[Veronica Ostling-Hirschberg]

Thank you for the review! I'd like to ask, however, do you understand what it's about? I'm unsure as to whether or not I made it clear.

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Not fully, but that is the mystery of it. Your'e welcome.