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All Father II

Poetry By: Ian Dawn
Horror



This is my first go at my own Challange so what do you think?


Submitted:Jun 21, 2012    Reads: 33    Comments: 11    Likes: 2   


I sit on my throne staring out into the night

My eyes squint, and strain to see past the fire

To do their best I must concentrate and fight

But the view never changes here upon my spire

The world tries their best to prove I exist

Because to prove I am an entity to fear

Would mean their God was not a sadist

And allow then to think lives path was clear

But hide I must from those whom I distrust

The angels and demons are all mere lapdogs

Pawns to be used in the game that is robust

The game of purity and pyre, humans and gods

My body is strong and my resolve full of wraith

I have sat too long, upon my desiccated throne

Its time I shed these shackles of prayer and faith

And walk once more upon the earthly plain alone.

You need me my children of darkness and hate

For without me you must retreat into the night

But with me by your side poised to open the gate

Your hate filled hearts see the darkness of light!





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