This poem was rather hastily written and I was distracted while I was writing it, henceforth it may not be as good as my previous works.
Note : I sometimes post poems as notes on my facebook account under the alias "Pseudonymous Rex". I just wanted to make it clear so that if someone stumbles across this there, he/she should know that this isn't plagiarised material.
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Ancient in days, spawned ere the dawn of man
Princes of hell, these sons of none
Abominations
Still walking this realm, Lucifer’s first and last blight on man.
A thousand whispers, a thousand thoughts assail their prey
Haunting the strong, ensnaring the weak
Voices like fell wraiths of sins
Striking naught but the final blow, the carrion’s beak
Ever unrivaled, bane they have none
Pestilence’s heirs, bringers of war
Wilting wills with their venomous smiles
Infecting, ever whispering with their forked tongue.
Ancient in days, spawned ere the dawn of man
Reapers to some, corruptors of many
Confined to a single vessel
They were Legion, for they were many.
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