Sat Sep 04, 2010 4:39 am
My poem. Please don't copy.
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I fear the place where evil will dwell,
Within the very dark depths of hell.
Where demons and darkness will always roam,
But never find a place, that they can call home.
Stuck in a never-ending pit of despair,
They serve their master, and stay in his lair.
This man is a man who we call hades,
He does not care about men or ladies.
With the slightest of effort, he can slay people,
And the journey of Hell begins in a steeple.
This steeple is a graveyard, a graveyard of bones,
When you walk by, you might here some moans.
These moans, are not to be taken so slight,
As they are the dead, and you can have fright.
So remember, graveyards are of no hex,
You better watch out, or you might be next.
Hope you enjoyed it!
I fear the place where evil will dwell,
Within the very dark depths of hell.
Where demons and darkness will always roam,
But never find a place, that they can call home.
Stuck in a never-ending pit of despair,
They serve their master, and stay in his lair.
This man is a man who we call hades,
He does not care about men or ladies.
With the slightest of effort, he can slay people,
And the journey of Hell begins in a steeple.
This steeple is a graveyard, a graveyard of bones,
When you walk by, you might here some moans.
These moans, are not to be taken so slight,
As they are the dead, and you can have fright.
So remember, graveyards are of no hex,
You better watch out, or you might be next.
Hope you enjoyed it!
You know you like OUTLANDERS. Love is like a flower, after a while, it dies.
