A Poem by VanillaNinja13

Yeah, down there...

Darkness consuming everything.

Shadows lurking around every corner.

Endless fires burning recklessly.

Endless conflict roaring violently.

Rotten stench filling every breath.

The dead moaning in a pain that never stops.

Tears forever fall from its ceiling.

Rivers of blood eternally boiling.

A splinter piercing the minds eye like a dagger.

Depression filling every slave torturing them without fault.

Murdering them without thought.

Pleasure comes only to the one that lives past the ninth gate.

Satan, Lucifer, Hades, the devil himself.

He revels in the pain and agony of all those he possesses.

Harmonizes with the moans and screams.

Laughing at every restless soul he grasps.

Soaks in the blood of his underlings.

He is the evil, the darkness.

His tyranny shall never crumble.

Shall his throne of power be challenged;

He will unleash all of the eternally damned.

Staging the most fierce, brutal and bloodiest battles humankind has

ever seen.

The Underworld

© 2010 VanillaNinja13

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This is a wicked poem! Nicely done!

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Added on June 13, 2010
Last Updated on June 14, 2010
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I love my alone time. Haven't written in awhile. We'll see if that changes. more..