Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Poems, poems...A small collection of them ❯ The Dirge Messiah ( Chapter 14 )

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By: Diabolik Affinity
This poem is a piece that I wrote after I had a rather crappy day. I felt rather dark and brooding ergo the dark feeling of this piece.

Miscellaneous: Original Poetry Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 08.25.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 585 | Visits: 170 | Status: Completed

The Dirge Messiah
 
 
Death is what fate finds to burden our souls
With our sins and mistakes
We dread the mortal life that we hold
And curse the world profane
 
The dead glower upon us
Finding sickness and pain within
Christening wine in the Devil's cup
Now drink and reveal to me your true animus
 
Shame and vile poison veil your vision
When He comes to seize you
Swords and staves fashion your prison
In which you rot like disease
 
Gild your heart and wait for Him
begging He frees you of all sin
Then, forgiven you purloin the life
Of the deity you cherish
 
Drunk on the ichor
That flowed through his veins
To serve the master
Who spared you of all pains
 
Babylonian blood
In the flames of Sin
Shadows of dread
Gliding on waves of wind
 
I die and defy the leader before me
No more queen of death to reign
And your eyes black as coal
You spare me no pain
You pile of shit, drenched in gold…