Devils Game Poem by darkness reigns
Devils Game
What is death?
What is fame?
What is the devils game?
Evil eyes
Ghostly crys
Women and children dressed in black saying there goodbyes
Flowers thrown
Coffins lowered
Through the light we walk
Memories of the past are viewed through the big grandfather clock
Stand before the scales of justice
Then see what fate awaits you
Heaven or hell!
Demons or angels
God or Satan
Then the scale tips true
And the floor crumbles beneath you!
Down down down you go!
Into the devils keep
Where he shall maim you and shame you
Time and again
Until your sins have been undone
He'll play his games
With his angels in chains
That is the devils game
And you should've washed your sins away
Ha ha haaaa!
Really angels in chain.Pain gives birth to poetry.I appreciate your zeal, U fairy! Write more.Waiting.
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4/19/2024 4:52:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I see why you call yourself Darkness Reigns. A black poem for a 5 year old, though, descriptive and very incisive. I enjoyed the ha's at the end. Was that the way the original ended?