MurkMire
[font=special elite][color=#FF3399]Toxic Terror[/c
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- Somewhere dark, cold, and quiet.
- Seen Apr 11, 2025
So here, I'll be working on my poetry, and posting it for all of you lovely readers to view, and such. This will basically be different types of poetry I try my hand at. But, for the first four, they're just simple poems.
I hope you enjoy.
Poem #1
As the elephant bellows,
So too, the darkness follows.
For no amount of power
Can restore this withered flower.
This contentment, I can no longer feign,
For in truth, I feel only pain.
Poem #2
Oh, this thorn in my side
Was a gift, from my deathly bride.
No strength can set it free,
for it craves the sea,
of my unbridled tears
and my everlasting fears.
Poem #3
My quest for the clearest of thought
has all been for not.
As I sit, and gaze at the void,
Happiness and love, my heart, devoid.
For all that's left are black thorns,
and a howling soul, that forever mourns.
Poem #4
He walks, in the dead of night,
Where life holds no light.
He walks from dusk 'til dawn,
No noise, not even a yawn.
Run, while you still can,
Lest you meet the Swamp Man.
I hope you enjoy.
Poem #1
As the elephant bellows,
So too, the darkness follows.
For no amount of power
Can restore this withered flower.
This contentment, I can no longer feign,
For in truth, I feel only pain.
Poem #2
Oh, this thorn in my side
Was a gift, from my deathly bride.
No strength can set it free,
for it craves the sea,
of my unbridled tears
and my everlasting fears.
Poem #3
My quest for the clearest of thought
has all been for not.
As I sit, and gaze at the void,
Happiness and love, my heart, devoid.
For all that's left are black thorns,
and a howling soul, that forever mourns.
Poem #4
He walks, in the dead of night,
Where life holds no light.
He walks from dusk 'til dawn,
No noise, not even a yawn.
Run, while you still can,
Lest you meet the Swamp Man.