The Chapters Vol. 1

by Grotesque Angel   Dec 11, 2005


Hate unwreaketh my house und home,
Let be the 'holy' one to flame unknown,
Poisoned gates awaits thee,
Stricken sabbath sendeth me

Seven days tormented I,
Mortal minutes passeth by,
Lit upon the wicked wick,
My hope melted like a candle stick

Let he who forceth my wreckoning,
Be burnt unto the earth,
Yet thee who accept my divinity,
Have riches of earths girth

Send forth your golden chariots,
And riders of the son,
But let be known false idol he,
My word it shall be done

As it is written

© Copyright 2005 By: Grotesque Angel

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  • 18 years ago

    by Wings Of Flames

    Hmmm i notice i havent commented..hmmm
    anywho, i thought it was superb.
    love it and you
    ~Emah
    XoXoxOxO

  • 18 years ago

    by myshiningstar14

    Vrry powerful words..nice style. Keep writn' ur good. XXLISSA

  • 18 years ago

    by ShadowDancer

    Very powerful. i thought it was an exellent poem, and i loved the words used. thanks for the comments!

    Ruby

  • 18 years ago

    by HJ

    I loved this style of writing. I thought the flow was flawless. Choice of words just excellent. I really enjoy your style, I may have said it before but you do have a real talent. Keep up the good work. I look forward to reading more from you.

    Check out my latest poem "A Lasting Love" let me know what you think.

    Kisses
    Hayley

  • 18 years ago

    by Lady Vengeance

    Hmmm, it's quite good. i like the old style english. it makes it more classical. that's awesome.

    with love, Suzie
    xox

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