Wings of black and gold
Eyes dark staring cold
Teeth of the thorned crown
Your scales nailed him down
Brimstone breath he sits on the throne
Made of fire skull wicked bone
Took his arrowed tail unlocked the leash
The dogs of hell he did release
He let his pets and demon children leave home
Up to the city streets free to roam
With no ray of light lost in forever night
On earth shall be no survivor
for now its owned by the holly diver
'Teeth of the thorned crown'.... an excellent line that one...mixes the idea of stealing the crown right off the crucifix
Nice! A darker poem. I love the demon dogs. Excellent excellent excellent! 20/10 lol -Tess <3
Sometimes I get really worried about boys tinking imagination... tonight has been one of them.... xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this one! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !