Homes Calling

by ah satan 666   Feb 24, 2013


From grace i fall,
to the fire of the devil...
crashed into a charcoal wall.
Wings of an angel battered...and I revel.

Dripping with sweat and blood,
hell raised fires cleansed my soul...
Homes calling, ignorance plays 'cause I could.
Down here in the grunge is where I feel whole.

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abab cdcd rhyming scheme,
2 verses

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  • 11 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Very dark and powerful. I think I am going to challenge you to more forms because you seem to pull them off astoundingly!

    Well done for this one xx

    • 11 years ago

      by ah satan 666

      Thanks you Saffie, your challenge is accepted :) xx

  • 11 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Sighs.... the darkness being home to a soul is something Ive felt beyond words and what they can display... you poured your feelings into this form... I do love your writing, you have a true gift with forms... wow!!!!!

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