Abysmal Raging

Fragmented is the one in cold.

He's growing hungry,

he's getting bold.

Standing on the edge of his tower.

Will it fall?

Will he lose power?

Frozen tears drench the face.

He's in his element,

he's in his place.

He loathes the lie in the land.

He's tearing it apart,

by mortal hand.

Author's Note

Hey there. I've been away for a while, my apologies. Had to get some stuff sorted out in my life. But I'm making a poem up right now just for you :)

Reviews

[Ravyne Hawke]

This is rich with imagery and powerful. This land of his, his birthright, perhaps, has become so corrupt, that his is ripping the place apart with his bare hands. Not sure if I've gotten the jest of this but it is put together quite well.

[Sam Sin Sepultura]

Pretty close. It's finding both sorrow and great joy out of what you are and what you hate.
Thanks for the review :)

[Ravyne Hawke]

Ah.. very nice theme.. and you are most welcome

[Sam Sin Sepultura]

Shanks :T I try