(89) Thy Blackened SoulA Poem by Chris Smith Welshpoetcs
Thy blackened soul, it reaches out
Trying to break free this hellish night Demons screaming with a banshee shout Attempting to drag you from the light I know who you are, hidden in mortal form The rage of your darkness, forever screaming Your eyes betraying your devilish storm Taking away those that need hope in dreaming So here you are, for you are coming for me I was a fool to believe I could make this deal Now the lowest part of Hell awaits for my misery You have no heart, it is impossible for you to feel Thy blackened soul,comes to seal my fate And those hellish hounds come baying To beat the Devil, before it becomes too late Because in those lower regions, forever staying copyright Chris Smith 2011 © 2011 Chris Smith WelshpoetcsReviews
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6 Reviews Added on April 18, 2011 Last Updated on April 18, 2011 AuthorChris Smith WelshpoetcsCardiff until 2004, then Hemel Hempstead, Hertfordshire, United KingdomAboutStarted writing in 1997 after a horrible attack, I found it theraputic and wrote a range of poems and short horror stories. Started sharing on the Web firstly with Yahoo 360 in 2005, then sites on .. more..Writing
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