Green Fyre

A story in poem form that I wrote up about a ritual of an evil sorcerer/warlock.

Fyre burning in the night

Your eyes silent, full of fright

Green fyre fill my tremoring hands

Giving you a taste of the Devil's brand

Cold dagger in my trembling grip

Thats what you get for giving me lip!

Quickly screaming you run in fear

"Your soul is mine, my frightened dear"

Forbidden words escape my tongue

Words like fyre fill my lungs

Demons come to my command

From the evil , darkened , unpleasant land

"Retrieve her" I roared

Laying down, praying to her lord

Broken and burned on the floor

Crying she whispered "No more, no more"

"We're far from done"

My eyes were shining like the sun

Twitch of the wrist, the ritual begins

This will be the final sin!

A crooked grin upon my face

Certaintly this is a fall from grace

Blood trickling down like sand

From my blade, across my hand

Demons scream and howl in bliss

As they venture from the far abyss

"Finally" I laughed, "this world is mine"

"Go my friends, go and dine

Feed on the young, the weak and the old"

Breaking my laughter I felt something cold

The gaze of the girl... it's filling with light!

Rising up her being becoming bright

The perfect sacrifice

A virgin the practical price

Screams fill the burning air

Finishing the portal, with perfect care

I watched my enemies be slowly eaten

Thrown, broken and badly beaten

The bloody night begins to end

With each demon, beginning to descend

Cold and souless on the floor

Her corpse will lie there , evermore

A reminder of my wicked deeds

Just a simple spell to fulfill my darkest needs.

Reviews

[GoodIntentiionz]

Wow, this is a really good rhyme story! Well, actually, it's not much of a story, but it was still entertaining to read. You did a really good job on the rhymes!