The Ninith Circle

The Beast

Fire

hell’s bane God’s flame

brimstone ashes  and dust

burnt corpses dead grins  and tainted

Smoke

 

Hailstones

dragons breath; death

sickly winds frozen sin

the mighty beast lies trapped within

The Ice

 

But It lives and…

 

It Sings

of ghastly things

to the beat of its horrid wings

 

It Weeps

and never sleeps

as blood and scum drips off its cheeks

 

On traitors bones

that rotted meat

does it eat and eat  and eat

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

This is my favorite poem of the series-

Reviews

[Freder Fredersen (aka G..]

I want to watch it dine! Long as I'm not on the menu.

This roll's like Ed Poe. Hard to do. Bob, I honestly enjoyed this trip through Hell. You're a great poet (if my humble opinion amounts to that scum dripping from the monster. lol). No matter what happens, you've got a hill giant living in the woods in Texas that thinks you friggin rock man. Talk about Wagnerian grandeur! This was a satanic symphony!

Cheers!
FF

[deeps]

This has the flow here.
Awesome write!
Wonderful write as well.

The beast is never full
It will forever feed off sin.
It's our fault we made this world of sin.
We corrupted it ourselves.
At least that is my opinion.

I often wonder why do we sin?
Do we do it because we know we can ask for forgiveness? and will be forgiven
We just sin over and over again cause we know we can
I guess we do it for the Hell of it don't we?