I'm the Fire Breather

Flit, fly, I'm the fire breather
Smoldering, a helpless creature
Fueled by rage and weak desire
Consumed by rampant hellfire

Commit, cry, I'm feeling feral
Ferocious, savage and sinful
Poised with wolfish intent to kill
Ready to strike with fang and thrill

Sit, sigh, I can no longer wait
I'm coming for you spewing hate
Foaming at the mouth, poison drips
Tainting you as it leaves fair lips

Lit, lie, I murder in rhythm
To the beat of something fearsome
Taking pleasure from my sick game
Stealing life, receiving no blame

Permit, pry, I'm the Grim Reaper
Bearing the dead, Hell's gate keeper
I steal ignorant shallow souls
Consume them, all devoured whole

Bit, bye, I'm a blinding darkness,
A withered Shade without weakness
Run, I beg of you, try to flee,
This deadly game for you and me

Author's Note

Picture credit: http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=claw%20marks&order=9&offset=24&offset=24#/dxxztv

Notice the constant repetition of the 'F' sound (onomatopoeia?)? I was told once, by my English teacher, that this denotes the sound of wings, like a flutter, or perhaps the way feathers rustles when they moved. Personally, I don't see this, or hear it rather. It's something that I personally cannot grasp, partly because an 'F' sound isn't what I imagine them to sound like. Anyways, I decided to intertwine this throughout the piece in the hopes that I could understand this concept better, though it's more present in the beginning.

Also, the first two works at the beginning of each stanza don't necessarily make sense and I didn't intend them to. That portrays how difficult this it for me to write... Just a little play on words.

I'm not sure that the stanzas really sound good together either. :/
8 syllable lines.
Perhaps I'm not completely done with this. Possible another stanza in the future?

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

This is an outstanding poem and I am surprised more people haven't reviewed it. I love the strong creepy feel as if the Grim Reaper is flying trying to catch its next victim that is running away. The powerful words you use in this poem create vivid imagery. It is good to see you writing.