My Dark Wish

My friend Chris was getting me angry.....very angry!
Darkness take your spiteful soul,
take it to the darkest hole.

Hear the reepers findish sigh,
making men want to cry.

Hear me ring the iron bell,
send your soul down straight to hell.

To a land where demons lay,
of the sun there is no ray.

You wish that death will let you be,
but I will never let you flee.

Death is cursing you with this runic rhyme,
I am cursing you till the end of time.

Then I shall take your soul,
this is my only goal.

By tony espinosa
Published: 4/3/2007		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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