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Disguised as mortal,
Reeking darkness undercover.
These creatures cannot fall,
The shade is their lover.
Lurking the city shades,
Tourn wings blending the ebony back.
Within seconds eerie is made,
Murdering light and its track.
~
They were once mortal,
Preyed on by the dark.
Tormented to the fall,
Leaving this sinister mark.
Running their blood cold,
They live to kill.
As if obeying as told,
Yet from it recieving a thrill.
~
Looking as though human,
Many foolish cross them,
Unaware they are far from Man,
Death is all that is cursed them.
Innocent lives lost,
They just laugh on,
For though to them, it has no cost,
They are already long gone...
Reeking darkness undercover.
These creatures cannot fall,
The shade is their lover.
Lurking the city shades,
Tourn wings blending the ebony back.
Within seconds eerie is made,
Murdering light and its track.
~
They were once mortal,
Preyed on by the dark.
Tormented to the fall,
Leaving this sinister mark.
Running their blood cold,
They live to kill.
As if obeying as told,
Yet from it recieving a thrill.
~
Looking as though human,
Many foolish cross them,
Unaware they are far from Man,
Death is all that is cursed them.
Innocent lives lost,
They just laugh on,
For though to them, it has no cost,
They are already long gone...
Literature
Demons
The worst kind of demons
Are the kind that are birthed within you,
The kind that claw and bite their way from
The inside.
Never stopping
Never resting
Never allowing you to
Catch your breath.
They are born from your memories
From your experience-
From life-
And they follow you
In darkness
And in light
Flitting from shadow to shadow
Casting their own
Destruction.
Demolishing from the core.
You run
And scream
And beg for release
Beg for a moment without
The slicing claws,
The snapping teeth
The shattering pain…
Until you realize you cannot escape
You cannot run
Or hide
Or even die
To rid yourself of them.
Ther
Literature
Demons
Lost inside a labyrinth
Deep within myself
Chained by an unforgiving beast
To pain and regrets long past
I dwell here in this land of longing
Wanting to be free of demons
Haunting me, taunting me
I want to scream, cry out for release
But redemption will not come so easy
Pardon for these crimes is fleeting
For she who cannot even begin to forgive herself
Literature
Demons
Demons
Fate of darkness
Fate of hell
Makes me crawl
Makes me yell
Deep inside me demons hide
and above me, darkness flies
In my heart it hurts
it burns
whatever bright into black turns
When i scream it doesnt come from me
but from a demon who lets me be
My demon makes me live
makes me love
and forgive
My deadly deamon makes me HatE!
makes me realize
my hell for fate
But as much as they can be dark
they can light a hope spark
My demons can show me the way
through the rough times
how to fight and how to slay
How to resist all darkness around me
how to fight what i can not see
And when i lay all defeated and crumbled on
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A poem I writ, basically describing the supernatural beings known as 'Dark Angels'. Also known as fallen angels, or cursed humans.
© 2004 - 2024 FuchsiaSeraphim
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I like this poem.
It has a dynamic that i have dwelt on before and find very intricate.
To me this seems to describe those that dont care / want to watch the world burn.
There are always those things or people that are shaded.
In ways maybe only they know.
I think its very interesting the distinction between these
aspects, whether its negative or positive in certain lights.
If someone is past living and cares not at all,
I would believe them to be gone already.
Mortality is a very addictive vice in a way.
I believe that although these dark aspects are
very grotesque , they are simply there.
And so as far as is my opinion /
-This is very well written, i like the word choice and the descriptions are unique.
One critique though : I see that the end may very well be a cliff hangar of sorts.
But on the other hand, a hint of finality might go well.
Or the lack of , as if never to say they are already gone.
Thank you for this.
It has a dynamic that i have dwelt on before and find very intricate.
To me this seems to describe those that dont care / want to watch the world burn.
There are always those things or people that are shaded.
In ways maybe only they know.
I think its very interesting the distinction between these
aspects, whether its negative or positive in certain lights.
If someone is past living and cares not at all,
I would believe them to be gone already.
Mortality is a very addictive vice in a way.
I believe that although these dark aspects are
very grotesque , they are simply there.
And so as far as is my opinion /
-This is very well written, i like the word choice and the descriptions are unique.
One critique though : I see that the end may very well be a cliff hangar of sorts.
But on the other hand, a hint of finality might go well.
Or the lack of , as if never to say they are already gone.
Thank you for this.