Evil Dancing In the StreetsA Poem by realmwriterUnborn again, the struggle within, the demon in the snow. At long last breath, a taste of death, lest evil should ever grow. Let not put asunder, that which brought wonder, to your world of sarrow and woe. To thine own end, let light begin, a warmth inspite of your foe.
Raised as the Phoenix, from ashes of nothing, come hither to the fire. Cleansed in its beauty, hardend in contempt, the passion in heat of desire. Lest you're unaware, of life within death, nothing as it is the same in your dreams. Nothing as real, as the pain life will deal, raise the from a den of silence and screams.
Thine own worst enemy, stands beside you a shadow, an ominus reflection of the dark. The void before thine feet, a desperate plea before the fall, gone in the blink of a spark. None more prominent than the, a piece of a glimps of truth, a taste so bitter it's sweet. Nothing left now, but to take one more vow, to fall to death at broken bleeding feet.
AND AS THE BLOOD RAINS DOWN WE FILL OUR SHATTERED CROWNS, EVIL, DANCING IN THE STREETS.
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Added on July 21, 2014Last Updated on July 21, 2014 AuthorrealmwriterHarrison, ARAboutYou know, I can write about almost any subject, in poetic form and even an ocasional short story, but I find it most difficult to write about myself. I am an artist at heart and will use whatever m.. more..Writing
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