Friday, March 27, 2015

Have a (random) poem!

Tendrils of sorrow
Essence of hate
Let us now converge on evil's gate

Feelings of despair
Sadness and grief
Give up for there's nothing to achieve

Broken promises
Nothing but lies
No trace of remorse in your cold eyes

Unable to stand
Now it all ends
Buried underneath the white hot sands


||5-4-9 syllable format, 2nd and 3rd lines rhyme. Idk what type of poetry this is lol||

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