Ballad of The DamnedA Poem by Ron NewtonI have come close to death once before, it is a cold feeling that just suffocates you. this is for those who have had this experience and share what I feel.Ballad of The Damned It’s cold chill follows me endlessly, ever it’s inevitable cause for being grinds at my soul, The shadow falls over all…, yet none know of the presence, it’s demented cackle carrying throughout the heavens and sending chilling shivers to all. It’s blood dredged symbolic relic hanging low, the cold rigid blade matching it’s masters icy heart, he cuts into all, mercy known not to this crimson craved being. with each decrepit step all life fails to this wraith, fear wide for he is the reaper of all, for he is death... © 2015 Ron Newton
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Added on February 11, 2015 Last Updated on February 11, 2015 AuthorRon NewtonLincoln, MEAboutMy name is Ron Newton, I am 17 and enjoy writing in my spare time. I enjoy making my creations but I am willing to lend a helping hand or co-author, Personally I enjoy when people critique my work, it.. more..Writing
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