Now Is Thy Darkness Of Discontent Poem by Wayne Leon Learmond

Now Is Thy Darkness Of Discontent



Now
is thy
Darkness
of Discontent


For now is thy
Darkness of Discontent
Dark Eulogy of
a life misspent

Dark Tragedy
within the rage
thou vents

To seek
thee out
from Hell thou sent

satanic beasts
from the
bowels of Hell

Black of heart
from thy wishing well

To torment thee
every day and night
This Satanic Spell
thou canst not fight

For now is thy
Winter of Discontent
Thine anger is a rage
so deep
thou vents

Yet do not think it
such a surprise
when thy soul
is tormented
by piercing eyes

Tossing and turning
as thou dreams
away

What dark spirits
willl come thy way?

My dear
canst thou not feel
the rage thou sends?

So deep
so dark
there will be no end?

It will pierce thy soul
torment thy mind
Make thee see things
of another kind

Manipulation
of the elements
is all it took

Reciting from the
tome
by
Bell,
Candle
and
Book

Do not think it so
thoust will get away
For awakened are
those demons
who have come to play

For now is thy
Darkness of Discontent

Now is thy time
of
RECOMPENCE



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{c} 2010
Wayne Leon Learmond
Now is thy Darkness
of Discontent
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