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Remember this cradled night
by the fury of this fight.
For this is reality;
Fear at its darkest plight.
You run around and commit theft;
the Hounds follow right at your step.
Smell the embers as they burn behind -
furious and bright with raging cinder's might.
Seek a fever pitch through offense -
narrow the time of someone's tense.
And as your worries manifest through trite
the Hounds hunger to receive your life.
Submit to the temptations and sins -
for you shall be punished by shattered kin.
Dine with swine and hear them scream;
that will soon be you - ripped by the seams.
Bigot with a red ink pen and paper,
scribble a lust letter and sign it, "Savior".
Knowing that even with the erect crown
thy will be dragged down by the Hell Hounds.
Shroud thy self with soaked brushes
and be pleasured with their touches.
Vanity is bleak to the Reaper's deeds
and he makes no exception for your carnal greed.
They waltz with you baring watchful eyes
as you live out your falsified life.
Slowly, they ensue your soul with guilt -
and they ravage the world you built.
Rip out your jealous eyes and envious heart;
The Hell Hounds Dance upon Hades Hearth.
Make the change and plant a divine seed -
do not give birth to a grievous breed.
Ruminate upon your strident anger
and seek the rewards of humbled labor.
For the Hounds savor the fat of a Sloth -
Enjoying the scent of rust as it rots.
Now you have embraced your fate with a plaint gait!
Sulfur burns the air as the Hell Hounds rave
for the meat on your bones and your hollow -
spiteful soul is their right to follow!
So as you struggle and strain from the pillar
to which you are chained
their Master comes on the winds of the grave,
ready to reap your soul with Death's turbid wave!
They prance and pounce upon the charcoal ground.
As the Widow summons with mystic sounds.
May your trial be painless as you are convicted.
Sent to Hell by the Dance of the Hell Hounds!
by the fury of this fight.
For this is reality;
Fear at its darkest plight.
You run around and commit theft;
the Hounds follow right at your step.
Smell the embers as they burn behind -
furious and bright with raging cinder's might.
Seek a fever pitch through offense -
narrow the time of someone's tense.
And as your worries manifest through trite
the Hounds hunger to receive your life.
Submit to the temptations and sins -
for you shall be punished by shattered kin.
Dine with swine and hear them scream;
that will soon be you - ripped by the seams.
Bigot with a red ink pen and paper,
scribble a lust letter and sign it, "Savior".
Knowing that even with the erect crown
thy will be dragged down by the Hell Hounds.
Shroud thy self with soaked brushes
and be pleasured with their touches.
Vanity is bleak to the Reaper's deeds
and he makes no exception for your carnal greed.
They waltz with you baring watchful eyes
as you live out your falsified life.
Slowly, they ensue your soul with guilt -
and they ravage the world you built.
Rip out your jealous eyes and envious heart;
The Hell Hounds Dance upon Hades Hearth.
Make the change and plant a divine seed -
do not give birth to a grievous breed.
Ruminate upon your strident anger
and seek the rewards of humbled labor.
For the Hounds savor the fat of a Sloth -
Enjoying the scent of rust as it rots.
Now you have embraced your fate with a plaint gait!
Sulfur burns the air as the Hell Hounds rave
for the meat on your bones and your hollow -
spiteful soul is their right to follow!
So as you struggle and strain from the pillar
to which you are chained
their Master comes on the winds of the grave,
ready to reap your soul with Death's turbid wave!
They prance and pounce upon the charcoal ground.
As the Widow summons with mystic sounds.
May your trial be painless as you are convicted.
Sent to Hell by the Dance of the Hell Hounds!
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Dance with the Devil
Step into the circle
and dance with the Devil
in the song that never ends.
Let him take your pain away,
think of nothing more than this moment
and dance.
Come dance with him in the circle
and forget all your troubles
they won't matter anymore.
He just asks for that simple price
I'm sure that you already know.
Come dance with the devil darling
he'll take all your woes away.
Swing in the circle
to the beat that never ends.
Once you take that step
and enter the dance with the Devil
you'll never leave it again.
Sell your soul
and dance that eternal dance
Dance with the Devil
to music's soft embrace.
Sing along with the song
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Bringer of the Night
Bringer of the Night:
Born from the kiss of a goddess
And drenched in the cauldron of lies.
He emerged as a being of entropy
Bearing the mark of flies...
His wings were made from crow-like feathers
Black as the dust of the night.
His fangs were laden with horrid infection
Made from the stone of blight.
A single bite, was poison enough
And soon they began to change...
The children loved by the lady in white
Soon they became deranged.
Powerful beings of might and magic
They soared through the moonlit sky!
They flew amongst the twinkling stars
But their gift was a burning lie...
Falling to the ground like choking insects
Crawli
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The Wolven Pride
The Wolven Pride:
We are hunted down as monsters;
By legends demonised.
We are feared as devilish creatures
In your pitiful human eyes...
But let me try and teach you
Of why we do not fear.
Because we actually enjoy it
When the hunters seek us here.
In the forest we are champions
In the night we rule the lands.
The hunter becomes the hunted
And dies by our hands.
Fangs will pierce his fragile throat
His flesh is torn to shreds.
It is the fear and scent of death
That the hunter truly dreads.
But we alone shall know no fear
For by the moon we shall be blessed.
Draped in Luna's loving embrace;
We bet our life with every breat
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This poem was written about a year ago and it speaks about the concept, "you reap what you sow". Something I believe in, but at the time I wrote this I was depressed and angry at society - thus the very intense dark theme.
Poem title: Dance of the Hellhounds
Written By: Tristan Cody
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Note: This is the last dark piece I will post. Now we head into the "Figuring It All Out" part of my life.
Poem title: Dance of the Hellhounds
Written By: Tristan Cody
FOLLOW ME ON FACEBOOK: [link]
HAVE A TWITTER? FIND ME THERE: [link]
Note: This is the last dark piece I will post. Now we head into the "Figuring It All Out" part of my life.
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This is truly amazing~
It was an interesting story to follow and your words flow so elequently
It was an interesting story to follow and your words flow so elequently