The Ultimate loss
i write not because i am insane because my pen is to powerful to resist
There was no electricity , not enough light, it was as hot as an oven in my room , and all I had I my little copy book and a black fountain pen. The poem unfortunately falls under the Main title of my collection :"Sonnets of Darkness". yet, I don't write because I am insane or have issues like most people think, I write because I feel like it because I and my pen are one. Enjoy XD.
The Ultimate Loss:
The flames are rising,
Angels are falling,
Burning stars are fading,
Our cries rise to the skies,
Surrender to the dark in disguise
Tonight angels are surrounded
By raging fires bounded
They have lost their wings to darkness
Once, seeking a battle of greatness.
All are pones in one big game,
Forced like others to live in shame.
Bowing their heads to the master of the night
For losing their ultimate fight
Demons and demi-gods all hail
For darkness has to prevail
The master of the night
Has come to claim his right
The wonderful scent of death