Knight of hell

by Marcus blake   Sep 21, 2008


As he removes his flame ravaged cape and charcoal colored helmet
He continues to his mission
Once a soul pure and free
Tainted by the power of greed
Turned to darkness from light
a knight recreated to fight
He is the bringer of death and chaos
Merely his steps cause tremble in your breath
While his presence will make you sweat
He's eyes will engulf you in a never ending trance of
nightmares
he is a tragedy far worse than death
forever to do the bidding of sin
a monster locked form within
unable to ever see clearly always blinded by rage
no memory of his past days
no life he can look forward to attain
there is no rest for this knight
only everlasting destruction and chaos to bring
with a single want to weep
he can not cry
for all the tears in his eyes have dried
up......
he is a monster by fate
held down by immortal chains
never able to escape
can he even remember his face
the feeling of air now replaced by despair
he is dieing inside with no chance to survive
he is only prolonging it by will
living while dieing
his sword is blood stained
his cape is burnt to ash
how much long does he have to last

By: Marcus Blake

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  • 16 years ago

    by Odessa

    This poem is amazing. It truly is. It makes you really think about everything.