Underneath The Mortal Ground

by My Decadent   Jan 26, 2007


Roses with their poisioned thorns
Hanged by the satyr's horns
Bleed their nectar down on your skin
And breed their venom with your sin.

Demons with inverted wings fall
Crushing spiders in their crawl
Rusted chains rammed into your face
Maggots on your body - such a disgrace.

Burning flames of Leviathan's son,
Cries of despair of the Fallen One,
Tears that stain these gates of Hell
Where Hades and Thanatos used to dwell.

Mutilated silence echoes in the night
As Acheron overwhelms you with his might
And withering souls dance in the dark
While his curse of doom rips at your heart.

© My Decadent

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  • 17 years ago

    by BECCA lessTHANthree

    Comment #1 (for winning 2nd place in me and my friends joint contest.. i will be commenting half and she will do the other half)

    WOW! amazing poem.. i really liked it... i dont usually like dark poems because they're disturbing and its hard for me to read them but this one is amazing.. the word choice was great as well as the flow.. spectacular write!

  • 17 years ago

    by The Queen of Spades

    Amazing poem, thank you so much for submitting this into the Dark World Contest. You have such a talent the imagery was absolutely phenomenal in this piece. Excellent work!

    ~jas~

  • 17 years ago

    by Nobodys Hero

    This is a good poem
    ;)
    Great work

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