Black As Night

Forever the seventh warlord 

 That cannot die which is eternally dead 

 Laughing at mortals as they’re disemboweled 

 I warned you of your hate 

 Warped and haunted by their own undoing 

 Wrapped in eternal suffering 

 False deliverance and derailed brains 

 Kept in the dark by their own flesh

Reviews

[M@]

That's a really interesting piece. It seem rather dark, but at the same time there seem to be some glimmer of hope in that the darkness has been called out and you know why... Flesh.
I'd like to know more about this poem and the thinking behind it. Intrigued.
Well done, nice piece.

[R.L. Davenport]

Thanks for your review M@

[Coyote Poetry]

Black hearts cannot change. One day. They shall digest their own greed and hate. Nice use of words and thoughts made the reader think and ponder your words. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[R.L. Davenport]

Thanks for your review Coyote you’re the best! I appreciate the nice words

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked this poem and you are welcome.