Fury

by Chris   Mar 9, 2005


Swiftly and silently the axe came down
To answer the call written in his frown
But a quick death is not all that it seems
For death alone could not silence his screams
His body and his soul might fade away
But the pain and anguish will forever stay
For burned into the fabric of space and time
Swirl the restless horrors of his mind

Demonic whispers shook the might of hell
When they heard of the story he had to tell
An implacable hatred had created itself
From his poisonous mind it gathered its wealth
Like a reaming parasite, worming from the start
Threading its tendrils, deadening his heart
And now the body of its host was dead
Around the universe it was free to spread

New suns and worlds soon bore its infection
And amongst the wretched it bought affection
Toying with every emotion and feeling
Building an empire, with hatred seething
God was shaking, on his mighty throne
And, for the first time, he was truly alone
For the beings he had conceived in his creation
Were all tangled up in this dark revelation
All his love and power, his glory and his dreams
Were rapidly coming apart at the seams

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  • 19 years ago

    by Chris

    Thanks alot, I wrote this a couple of months ago, but only the first 2 and a half verses...I originally wanted to make this like an epic tale, but I got impatient and forgot about it till last week and then just wrapped it up. It was supposed to be a story about an unbelieveable force or demon that was manifested by the anguish of one person, which was released on his death to flood everything and everyone with its malevolence....but I got bored, lost perspective and just finished it quickly

  • 19 years ago

    by Shædow Poet

    Very well written, I liked how each lines rolled together with rhyming words that seemed so natural.
    Great metaphors with a lovely little display.
    Though I did get a bit confused... are you trying to tell it from a perspective of the hurt or dying? Or from the perspective of God creating a disaster? Or both? Or am I completely wrong?
    Well, it may just be because it's late and I'm tired.

    But I still loved it, it was a great, easy read.

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