by jeffery sechrest Apr 27, 2007
category :
Dark, fantasy /
other
Thirteen candles were lite by angels.Thirteen candles to guide him home.Where his weary soul may rest.Alone in the night.With only thirteen candles for light.As one went out another piece of his soul is tainted.Twelve candles are left.Alone in the world of chaos.he heals the wounds of the world with his twelve candles.Another goes out as the angels cry.As another lover dies tonight.Eleven candles are left.But his pure heart strays to far.Into the night.This time he blows out a candle.Ten candles are left as another kingdom is raised but another falls to plague. One candle is blown out to stop the plague.Nine are left but seven must go out to make him forget.Two candles remain.One guarded by the dark Lord.As he spreads his thoughts of sin through the world.The other guarded by the angels.Wait en for him to stray back on the path.And out of the dark.To blow out his candle..... |
I really like this one you were right, i did like this, its written in an unrully format and it adds to the poem well, |