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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
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
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
Dark Angel
A little girl is screaming
I am blinded by her tears
I feel all the pain and madness that
She has suffered all these years
A young girl is crying
When will she be okay?
She prays that she will die that night
And not have to face another day
A teenage girl is smiling
Her past suffering erased
She was rescued by an Angel
Her sadness happily replaced
A Dark Angel saved her soul
And gave her wings to fly
Happiness and joy fill her heart
No more will she cry
This Dark Angel watches over her
And makes sure that she's okay
And thanks to her Dark Angel
She will live another day
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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.