I’ve been to hell and back
I remember the brimstone and fire
I’ve walked the path of sin
I’ve given into desire
I’m far from a pure man
My roads not paved in gold
Many struggles I have faced
Since the days of old
I’ve been known to hate
With malice in my heart
I’ve never cared for another
Cruelty; my art
For I’m a man of darkness
My shadow runs ever deep
My red eye’s burn like fire
From which tears never seep
Because I am void of emotion
A creature of nightmares design
Vile as a serpent
The definition of malign
About the Creator
Edward Val
I'm a poet by nature and a Soldier by trade and my writing reflects my experiences not only in life but also in war. I use writing as way to express myself and deal with the horrors I've seen and hope my words can help my fellow Veterans.
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Damn , felt it, nice write up
A well performed poem.