Demons blood
Spilling over you
Like black poison
Scented a horrible dew
You stabbed that demon
And shattered his soul
With a sharp edge
While destroying your role.
You look in it's eyes
Knowing they're hollow
Its soul filled with black
Its heart filled with sorrow.
As death enters and takes the demon
You overcome by death yourself
And you drift away
Like dust on a shelf
You cant stop it
Your disappearing
And dyeing slowly
While your heart is tearing.
This is the end
And im sorry your dead
But im just a ghost
So don't fill me with dread.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem