Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2015
Gather all, gather around , for the new king in town, the Prince of darkness, the Duke of lies.
The man you will learn to despise.
A nest of pins, filled with sins, broken bottles and ***** flames.
TheΒ Β Lord of darkness wins again.
Take your soul , burn the bones, drown the night.
Give up
Don't fight
The King is dead sang the bells.
He has Given in to the depths of hell.
Don't mourn the loss, don't shed a tear for the Lord of darkness will hear.
For your light still glows , don't shackle your self to the gallows of life, you are young you must fight.
Adam Webster
Written by
Adam Webster  Southport
(Southport)   
488
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems