Devils Cry's

Sweet sweet blood,

Pools at your feet,

Mangled limbs,

Scatter the street.

Sharp little blades,

Swivel around,

As the devil cry's,

At the sound,

Of shrieking bells,

And harmful waves.

Sweet sweet blood,

The tormenters torment.

Shrieking souls,

Are finally free,

As the sweet sweet blood,

Pools at his feet.  

Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Very nice and dark Missy... i like this, very strong in its depths of darkness, you touched the dark side here well yet with simplicity.