Let Us Battle Othalius For I Am Desmotti

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  • Desmotti
  • The wraith is but sadness in mortal form. It haunts to hunt, and hunts to feed. It cannot feed on any emotion. This is its pain. for emotion is not segregated it is fealt, and to feel is warmth.

Let Us Battle Othalius For I Am Desmotti

Silence, decay, and crimson are they...

I scream but the sound must be on delay...

the pounding of something the pressure it siezes...

threatening to tear me in infinite pieces.

I cannot be here... I cannot I musn't...

How can this be I've learned my lesson....

I will not murder or joy in the burnings...

of innocence excuse me, remembering is joy overwhelming...

Oh can this be?  Can I be?  The worst of the worms...

A carcass of hate, a breed of the night...

come here King of Wretched I long for a fight....

I'll tear out your splene and eat it....slowly...

Please show your discomfort... scream for the lowley.

I am past redemption, and long past forgiveness...

I've harnessed the hatred and abide my red prison...

Event Horizon I cannot turn back from...

I cannot pretend to undo what's been done...

Screeeam for me, but no one will hear...so I vomit the truth...

for the truth I must bear.

I bear it, the will of the serpentine King...

Oh pity me fruitless...the bastard they sing...

I bear it the burn of the crimson rain...

Oh pity me not...Othalius Cain.

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torimode commented on Let Us Battle Othalius For I Am Desmotti

10-02-2009

What a wonderfully constructed poem! So conflicted and full of torment! You may like my poem Guilt that was inspired from Macbeth.

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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