HORUS Posted April 6, 2009 Report Share Posted April 6, 2009 They stood against the bold facadeOf shops now cold and faded,Awaiting the approachingOf a tattered man, encroaching. In light of each tall lamp they caughtShort glimpses of his visageThat faded in a soft, weak galeTo silver dust so pale. And flickering in dismal lightDid these poor men then welcome,This man comprised of foulest sinFrom separate worlds within. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cyber Altair Posted April 6, 2009 Report Share Posted April 6, 2009 Cool. 10/10 lol, I like it mate, good joob =] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dark[morph] Posted April 6, 2009 Report Share Posted April 6, 2009 brilliant!. just great. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Crystal Beast 123 Posted April 6, 2009 Report Share Posted April 6, 2009 Hmm. This is a great piece of poetry. 10/10 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HORUS Posted April 6, 2009 Author Report Share Posted April 6, 2009 Thanks, dudes. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Azmodius Posted April 6, 2009 Report Share Posted April 6, 2009 Yeah, it's good like those guys said. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bloodrun Posted April 7, 2009 Report Share Posted April 7, 2009 Lol reminds me of Disturbed. It would kick ass, spoken in a low toned voice, over a low and steady guitar riff or beat. But can't ask for everything... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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