A Poem by Sid

He 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 Sid

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Speechless! Gave me chills up my spine. This is a gripping read, you've left me without words.

Posted 6 Years Ago


6 Years Ago

That is a very satisfying reaction. Thank you glad you like it!
Frieda P

6 Years Ago

Pleasure was mine, rare to have a piece have such a profound effect.

6 Years Ago

I know you're going to hate me for saying this so I'll just get it over with. This really seemed more like a story than a poem for me, most likely because of the length of the lines in each stanza. It's beautifully written (as always :P) but I came expecting a poem. Although I got an amazing story out of it, a small part of me was unsatisfied.

But what do I know? I need a cookie :) Sorry if I hurt your feelings, it really wasn't my intent. PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!!!!

Posted 6 Years Ago


6 Years Ago

No this is more of a story than a poem in my opinion too, so I'm glad you enjoyed that part atleast,.. read more
Becca Bishop

6 Years Ago

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From start to finish, I was drawn in by your words. This is fantastically written and extremely creative Sid.

"The unfathomable pains begotten in the wake of the blackening
Etched deep in his pulsating veins, engraved in black on his wildly throbbing heart"
Magical word choice!!!! I loved it!!

Posted 6 Years Ago


6 Years Ago

Thank you Mia, glad you enjoyed it!
whatever took you upon this journey, you need to revisit that venue, because this is the best wrting i have seen by you to date! awesome piece here!

Posted 6 Years Ago


6 Years Ago

Thank you, glad you like it!
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Sound use of words for imagry and sensations of foreboding. It is oddly captivating and was thoroughly enjoyed.

Posted 6 Years Ago


6 Years Ago

Thank you Dr. glad you like it!!
this was incredible. descriptive, dark and engaging. i actually read it a few times to make sure i didnt miss anything. absolutely loved it.

Posted 6 Years Ago


6 Years Ago

Thank you, again means a lot coming from you. Glad you like it!!
A powerful tale of darkness. Hard to change direction when raised in hell and know nothing else. I like the strong description leading to a very good ending. I like when the story had a bad ending. Sort of a real life feel to it. Thank you for sharing the excellent story.

Posted 6 Years Ago


6 Years Ago

Thank you!!Glad you like it!!

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Added on October 12, 2012
Last Updated on November 7, 2012



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