Dark Avenger

by Hannah   Jun 19, 2007


Dark Avenger, Centuries old
With wings as black as ravens wing
With your kohl smeared eyes, dark and piercing
Searching the globe for those worthy of damnation

Dark Avenger, son of the devil
Fly with those birds of carrion, the vultures
Who, disease ridden, will help carve behind you
A path of mournful cries

Dark avenger, born of malice and hate
Your screech is the song of the lonely guitar
You Prowl the streets for those listed
In the devil's book

Dark avenger, soul collector
You are the devils mail boy, collecting, cultivating,
Weeding out the souls of the sinful
But doesn't that make you an instrument of God?

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  • 17 years ago

    by xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

    In the devil's book
    [[I really just like this line by itself. It's very powerful.]]

    Weeding out the souls of the sinful
    But doesn't that make you an instrument of God?
    [[I <love> this line. It made me think and that's why I love it so much. It's perfect.]]

    This was beautifully penned; I liked the other one better, but this one still made me think and I absoultely adore the last line. Nicely done, doll.

    xTheEcstasyofSuicidex

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