More about Poetry ( old poem)

Preface: 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

Bringing eternal ruin to earth

For once he walked among the dead

Mercy was the only thing the angels plead

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