A King, Crown & Sting
With a whip he lashes the depressing wind
With a thorn he pierces the fiendish wings
Of death, that drags the souls to Styx
Save this erroneous king
Whose crown never stings.
---Nocturnal
With a thorn he pierces the fiendish wings
Of death, that drags the souls to Styx
Save this erroneous king
Whose crown never stings.
---Nocturnal
posted by farhaN Nocturnal at 3:52 AM
2 Comments:
First of all man...thanks for taking time out and commenting on my lyrics, i totally appreciate that. I read your poetry...i particularly liked this one. Although i believe that poetry should not be critiqued...i'll say just one thing..."feel more and think less! Be the experience, don't describe it." Good Luck!
Thanx very much for appreciating my writings.
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