Some Devilish Thing

[osgilian]

I tried my hand at poetry. It's not exactly happy, I know, but that's poetry for ya.

Some Devilish Thing

Some nights, I am wrought
By some wholly devilish thing,
When to me comes the thought
Of fallen angel's wings

I want to hear the story
Of the ransom of my soul.
Of ancient days of glory,
When the empty were made whole.

But my vision's made unclear
By this daft and devilish thing
That thrives on mortal fear
And flies on fallen angel's wings.

I have seen the bloodied curtain
Rolled back before my eyes,
And the vision makes me certain
Of where the crow falls when he dies.

To grow means to be haunted
by these dark and devilish things.
Oft, my soul is to be hunted
By the wrath the darkness brings.

I am anxious for some daybreak
To sunder all the dark.
For some clear water to slake
Before the thirst has hit its mark.

My hope is in a star,
Noble vanguard of the light,
Fearless bastion far
Within the confines of the night.

Night's end is soon to be,
With it, the doubt and fear it brings.
The hope of stars will save me
From the all the devilish things.