BlackeningA Poem by SidHe
was falling through the sky, burdened by his sins Banished
by his brethren, disowned by the Father As
he fell his wings began withering away The
holy light within him sapped away into the void Devoid
of all clarity, all sanity, he was falling to his doom.
As
the earthen boundaries rose up to embrace him, he felt a foreboding, an ominous
aura He
felt a fear he had not known before, a mortal peril, his immortality shaken His
faith in his own inviolable might felt shattered into oblivion A
terror gnawing at his heart, draining the blood from his body, cold inside The
stark reality of his imminent death, the nearing end, a finality beyond
question. Ere
he could strike the cold earth it split open, spewing forth scorching flames As
he made his inevitable descent, blinding terror dawning upon him, he struck the
realization Hell
had opened its gates for him; he was not to receive a serene death but torment
beyond thought The
horror now gripping him, pulsing through his veins, crushing his very heart A
longing for tranquility which was not to be his, for grave were his sins.
As
he fell through the burning gates the flames harshly swallowing his body He
felt pain beyond reality, his wings, two burnt stubs, blackened with glowing amber
tips The
passage a hell in its own, the ripples crawling on his skin, burning crimson His
silver hair burned a deep black, standing on end His
eyes blinded by the glare of the inferno, a pitch black chasm.
The
hell-spawn waiting eagerly for his imminent downfall Faces
contorted in glee at inflicting pain upon the fallen, ecstatic in pure evil As
he fell into their gruesome embrace, his ruin lay in front of his eyes The
heavy undertow of hate and rage hidden behind the veil of glee, clearly palpable The
inherent evil, a means of his destruction.
The
unfathomable pains begotten in the wake of the blackening Etched
deep in his pulsating veins, engraved in black on his wildly throbbing heart The
goads embedded deep in his mortalized flesh, slowly destructing his mortal
shell A
silent scream frozen on his pale face, devoid of all emotions but absolute
fear The
vicious spawn of the dark; mirthless, unrelenting in their torment of his soul.
As
the hours passed he felt them as days, tormented into nothingness His
mortal flesh flayed with fiery whips, to the very bones, his body a burning
shell Reconstructed from the bones only to be slowly destructed again His
very bones splintered, ere the next sequence commenced His
gruesome cursed fate, a reflection upon his sins.
Before
long he cracked, his mind bent towards pure evil A
hollow slave of the dark - darkened skin, fiery eyes, blackened hair A
face devoid of all emotions, his contorted features reflecting hate alone, He
was standing among his new brethren, bowing in wonder before his new father He
spread his burnt black wings and rose into the night in search for prey. © 2012 SidReviews
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