On a wet and gloomy morning, on the cold darkened eve. There comes a lurking figure, who by the darkness refused to leave. He wore but a blackened robe, almost grey to the age; but any familiar with this tale knew he'd be the last to touch the worlds endless page.
Onward through the centuries, his face would appear again. Some would deny his existence, others would claim he was slain. But no mortal weapon can deny him his birthright, his place among the stars.No vastness of locks can contain him; no matter the number of bars.
He sweeps and cuts through the air, he shifts through the night. He walks plainly among living, during the evening's fading light. So watch for the shadows, and watch where they may fall. Listen to the wind's blow, listen for his deathly call.
Some say he calls your name, others say he simply strikes. But in the end does it matter? All our souls find a place upon his eerie, deathly pikes.
You can't fight hate with love. Contrary to popular Disney movies may state your awful personality will cause me to hate you forever. Also that awful, what I assume is original, poem thing you wrote. It sucks.
Why did you delete your other comment? Now it just looks like I couldn't let it go or that I'm fighting with myself.
It's okay Abreo, you have anger issues with yourself.
Just don't go setting yourself on fire, kay?
I don't have anger issues. I'm full of positivity! In fact I have to say. I absolutely LOVE hating you. It just makes me smile so much.
Well, I liked it.
I think it's wonderful. I've never seen an example of rythemless rhyming prose, but contrary to a certain someone who is in denial bout their anger issues, I like it.