Phillip Dodham Cormier

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The Demon Lord (Part Iii) - Poem by Phillip Dodham Cormier

The air is thick
Smoke rises from the flames
The Fires burn on and on
From the distance a shape can be seen
It seems to travel through the flames
None tell the Demon Lord
The fire engulfs the shape
Yet it cannot be brought down
Humanity stares at this shape
The flames lick at the sides of the shape
A quick movement from the shape and the flames stop
None tell the Demon Lord
Closer and closer the shape comes
The fire vanishes with every step the shape makes
Always moving foreword
Humanity stares at the shape
The closer it gets, the more visible it becomes
The shape slowly morphed
It changed in front of the very eyes of humanity
The minions of the Demon Lord are scared
None tell The Demon Lord
Hope slowly creeps into the hearts of Humanity
The shape, now a man
In each hand carries a blade
One of gold
The other of silver
None tell The Demon Lord
No longer a shadow
The man flies out of the flames
Flashes of light are seen
The torturers of mankind fall
Their heads roll from side to side
Their blood seeping into the soil
None tell The Demon Lord

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 10, 2008

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