They held me in their strong green arms
The Queen of winter, her scorching charms
Atop a brown and yellow porch
Promises of fever were openly served
Enthralled by sinister raptures rehearsed
Higher I grew than the honours they wore
Never would they speak of tales of yore
They worshipped the temple of doom and malice
Beneath a Jewelless sky I stood
Watching their whispers in wind and a hood
Atrocious oceans were crossed in a day
Delivering the robes of blood and decay
Splashed across were bolts of mist
Tall and thick was that ugly shroud
My loved ones had sent me a mushroom cloud
About Me
- Cyn1c
- I'm quite a wasted 31 year old with a knack for PC and Console games. No wonder I changed my hobby into a full time profession. Do you envy me? Writing has always been an outlet for me from my 5th grade hilarious stories of righteousness to this dark blog. There's not much to me if the approach is wrong. Tread carefully.
3 comments:
you write poetry as well as you play cod4!
haha..thanks shash! I think I play COD4 better though..lol
Maybe you'll want to add a facebook icon to your blog. Just marked down the article, however I had to make it by hand. Simply my suggestion.
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