The Libertine

Of all the things he has lost

He misses his conscience the most

So diabolical on his soul is the rust

Not even himself can he trust

 

As his rotten flesh lies wasted away

Ghost of his past poison decadent time

The spirits he crushed; the souls he churned

In hedonism, the morals he burned

 

The expectant mass that awaits his death

The notion that it's deliverance from evil

They miss it now, as they've done forever

That it’s fated by the timekeepers’ wheel

 

And thus he awaits in the purgatory

His torrid fate for he shall burn in hell

The screams he wails makes hearts swell

As time gets freed from his evil spell

Author's Note

Kiddish stuff really...No idea what set it about...

Reviews

[Marie]

This not at all bad.
In the first line of the third verse, I think the word "await" should more properly be "awaits."
In the first line of the fourth verse I'd leave out "the" in front of purgatory. Actually, people aren't burned in Purgatory; it's more of a waiting room.

[Prashanth Ashok]

Actually nice one !!

[Mockingbird]

shows that there is justice in the universe. people get what they deserve. this reads like a parable. excellent job.

[Kaylor Mason]

That was really cool--who was the one that suffered the most: the Libertine, or the human lives he destroyed around him?