My Siren Call

a poem

My Siren Call

 

The Gods of Hell Bern for my soul

The call resounds through my body

The souls I have taken, the chaos I have reaped

It knows no bounds

The thirst grows ever stronger

My control is held in check through the strongest of wills

Blood is in the air, the smell increasing the hunger

 

My years of servitude, of repentence for the

crimes I have wrought matter not.

I feel the song increasing and with it

comes the madness

Chains upon a lost soul, the pain burning me

with its brands

 

The Angels of Death stalk my dreams

A joke to those who hold my fate

The hunger grows, the rage increases

Bonds held strong, an oath made living

A price given, an invisible leash holds me tight

 

O, the call is sweet

Chasing away my pain

Pleasure flowing through my veins

The call of the hunt, the taste of fear to come

I am hostage to a greater will

Submitting my being to a higher calling

 

There is no salvation for what I have become

exceptance is what I have come to

Embracing the hunger, inhaling the need

The song is my means and all I am flows from it

I bow to my Gods

I am the Servant Beyond the Mask

The Gods of Hell Bern for my soul

Author's Note

All reviews are welcome.

Reviews

[Michael Raymond Robinso..]

Okay, this was remarkable. I absolutly love this:

The Angels of Death stalk my dreams
A joke to those who hold my fate
The hunger grows, the rage increases
Bonds held strong, an oath made living
A price given, an invisible leash holds me tight

All in all, a well written prose. Well done.

[vanishing]

albert-this is an excellent writing
my siren call"
Listening to the voice of higher calling
your passion is absolutely on fire
bravo-reflects soul
in wonders bound-desirting to escape
and where is the point
of know return?
Thank you !

[Jason Nuciola]

o my god i love it it so dark

[Nely Amorim]

a very interesting departure from your usual prose.. i enjoyed it immensely!! very thoughtful and thought provoking baby xxx