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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Dark · #1645299
This is based on a dream I had. In the poem I'm the "You". Yes I died in the dream.
Welcome to my world where I own all,
be my slave and you shall not fall.
This is Oblivion land of dark and decay,
where women are deceitful and men betray.

Into Oblivion I walk,
through the stormcloud I stalk.
Looking for my prey,
I will kill an angel today.

I am the overlord, the master,
I hold my head high and walk faster.
I look at my servants below me,
they look up to me and hope to be free.

I whip them until they bleed,
for I have sworn by the eternal creed.
No man shall get away,
for if they do I shall pay.

I have been blessed with a gift from the dark lord,
it is the long awaited firesword.
I will use it to slay a thousand lives,
use it to rape a thousand wives.

There faces will yield like melted butter,
their last words a horrified stutter.
They look into my eyes deep,
then they fall to eternal sleep.

All I do is sigh and laugh,
as you die like a young calf.
I feed on flesh and fear,
death is my cancer cure.

You finally are comming here,
you try to hide it but I smell fear.
As you enter through the dark tower,
you notice the air is stale and sour.

You cross the lava river,
and the Ice forest makes you quiver.
You are on the final path,
in your wake my destructive wrath.

You near me, the king,
to steal the light ring.
I notice you in the night stealing,
inside I hear you squealing.

I pick you up by the throat,
and gut you like a fresh goat.
You are dead while i'm alive,
you rot while I live and thrive.
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