Ian Jobst

Rookie - 1 Points (October 14,1999 / Oxford)

Embers Of The Final Ressurection - Poem by Ian Jobst

From the flame the phoenix twas born
but as time moves on it was forlorn
his final trial cometh not by date
but by fell voices of insidious hate
The judge, the jury, and the stand
all are marked by the black hand
judgement day alas draws near
and on it's mark our bad deeds shall sear
so it will be that tasks done as evils named
shall undo the sin and let hate be maimed
so the death of fell life shall be delivered
just as the last egg of flame once shook and quivered

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 27, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013


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