Dark and stolen
whisked away to stone
and cobble corners
only torches light
the way through
tombs and teeth
of skeletons and
corpses, masses that limp
through darkness
groaning forward
to their yelping doom,
little red rats ready
to take their place
slurping at you like
scavenging
snakes. Onward you
march toward gray’s
grim madness
hacking through the
goatmen barking
choking on
the tan man’s blood
breaking the darkness
splashing bats
that charge you so.
Lava boils through
the grey gates
clashing against
the storm rider,
teasing every
chest that guides
your way ‘til
you find the tunnel-
The bones that
take you toward
the bat like wings
naked ******* against
darkened walls
bestowing
****** stars.
The fiery columns
of exploding
knights erupt
with swords and
shield that
please you so!
Gotterdamerung,
Grandfather,
The bone laden
levers, cracked
only to bring forth
the demon spiked
in red and purest
evil, aggravating
Apocalypse, fire
and slashing, nothing
but constant swings
‘til silence, screaming
and a crystal lodged
within my being.
Diablo’s end
entrapped,
Within my being.
Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 8:37 PM UTC
Dark and stolen
whisked away to stone
and cobble corners
only torches light
the way through
tombs and teeth
of skeletons and
corpses, masses that limp
through darkness
groaning forward
to their yelping doom,
little red rats ready
to take their place
slurping at you like
scavenging
snakes. Onward you
march toward gray’s
grim madness
hacking through the
goatmen barking
choking on
the tan man’s blood
breaking the darkness
splashing bats
that charge you so.
Lava boils through
the grey gates
clashing against
the storm rider,
teasing every
chest that guides
your way ‘til
you find the tunnel-
The bones that
take you toward
the bat like wings
naked ******* against
darkened walls
bestowing
****** stars.
The fiery columns
of exploding
knights erupt
with swords and
shield that
please you so!
Gotterdamerung,
Grandfather,
The bone laden
levers, cracked
only to bring forth
the demon spiked
in red and purest
evil, aggravating
Apocalypse, fire
and slashing, nothing
but constant swings
‘til silence, screaming
and a crystal lodged
within my being.
Diablo’s end
entrapped,
Within my being.
Best game of all time. I've ended it -2-2-11- tone might have changed a bit... if you see it (around "that charge you so" let me know).
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