The Mystic

This one is more recent than The Dark War, but still follows the same dark, grim structure

In ancient times they came to him
bringing him gifts of wine and women

Sacrifices for his dark arts
so men could see what lurked in their hearts

Kings, warlords and peasants all
none could resist the mystics call

His blackened grin and empty eyes
they never failed to terrify

A bestial skull upon his head
his very presence was cloaked in dread

So they flocked to him from across the land
across water, snow and sand

Even though his answers were strange and cryptic
none could deny the power of the mystic 

Reviews

[Tina Louise UK]

Love this one! I like writes based around these kind of things, really enjoyed :) x

[SonOfPlunder]

Thank you, glad you liked this one too! Most of my poetry is based on similar ideas, the darker the better :)

[Tina Louise UK]

I love dark stuff..my dark ones tend to be depressing though ha

[SonOfPlunder]

Nothing wrong with that! Depressing often goes hand in hand with darkness

[Tina Louise UK]

Very true!