|
 Menu
|
|
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
|
HIM
Contributed by
chazthepoet
on
Monday, 14th November 2005 @ 04:13:43 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
|
He walked slowly,
His coat rippling,
His hair blowing back by the wind,
And his eyes as red as hell itself.
His piercing eyes glimmering in the moonlight,
The street ablaze,
Strolling along,
A grin on his face.
He came from beneath,
Satan himself,
The destroyer of good,
The messenger of death.
Everywhere he looms,
Luring them in,
Tempatation his game,
Maker of sin.
Copyright ©
chazthepoet
... [
2005-11-14 16:13:43]
(Date/Time posted on
site)
Advertisments:
|
|
|
|
|
|
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
|
|
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry
Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any
comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please
contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title
etc.
|
|
|
Re: HIM
(User Rating: 1 )
by His_Infernal_Majesty on
Monday, 14th November 2005 @ 04:21:39 PM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
| Nice poem |
|
|
Re: HIM
(User Rating: 1 )
by lovingcritters on
Monday, 14th November 2005 @ 05:27:28 PM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
You have a gift for imagery.........evil, sinful, and I felt each and every one of them.
And you certainly have him Pegged!
Most people don't think he even exists today, but if ever you doubt just look around and see all the mischief he creates. Wars, sicknesses, hurricane, tornadoes..........All good things come from God Above, and all bad things come from Satan because he simply doesn't know how to love
Liked your poem very much
Warm love
Lovingcritters
consue |
|
|
|
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
