Sadness Throne

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  • Sadness
    • 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.

    Sadness Throne

    There is a throne....it sits alone...

    on top the ancient sand and stone...

    The Shadow dance...Necromancer's chant....

    and moan... they roll their runes and bones.

    Wraith and spirit loom in silence...

    piercing screeches...twilight violence.

    Monsters stroll the lonely Toll...

    Searching, Thirsting...hunting....souls.

    Howling screams through canyons race....

    The chased run frantic through endless wastes...

    And still the King He sits alone....atop...his throne of

    sand and Stone...watching for... new souls that roam...

    the ancient wastes of Rock and Stone.

    He sits on top His Sadness Throne in Twilight wastes

    The King calls home.

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    DeepEclipse commented on Sadness Throne

    10-02-2009

    It's like he stands strong in a nothing. He peaks in a bottomless pit. To have so much strength, yet no one to share it with. Above everything the flow of this captured me the most......gave me a birds eye view of the wastes. Who could understand the torment of one such as him. Sad....
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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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