Published April 22, 2010
Stars spatter the sky.
I long to douse their luminosity
and create another Hell on earth.
Shadows gather poisonously onto flesh,
as the hissing pentacle rises again
upon the sepulchre doors of the damned.
They never came together to understand
that the reign of man will fall.
And when the moon veils herself,
We shall rise all at once,
once again.
Our Apocalypse is here.
In this disemboweled arena,
a broken promise seals the curse.
Genocidal thirst generates chaos
on the mountain tops,
and broken wings beat on shards of glass,
unfurled to hurl the world back to its bitter black.
As a corpse wind howls,
awakening from its slumber,
the dead doused in gossamer shreds
will bore freedom into gorgonise eyes.
The skies teem alive
to watch time die.
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I'm 14, not 11... but thanks.
verry good poem, it was really in depth and created a horrific and believable picture. the best part for me, and i don't know why, was when you said and the moon veils herself. that is called personification, which is were you turn an object and make like a person. this is the type of thing you have to do in your exams at the end of high school, so considering you're eleven, you did really well. verry good poem
This is real good! Dark but good!

I'm not a poet and had trouble understanding some phrases but its well written and very descriptive. Your poem gave me an idea for a book! Thanks!
Cioa!
Thank you >=]
This poem just emanates all things dark and demonic!
This is my favorite line, very in depth and paints a horrific picture that burns into the mind. I won't be getting this poem out of my head for a while. I commend you, wonderful use of vocabulary and especially the poem's form.