engulfed by flames of wrath,
he swirled around, igniting
the entire darken path,
inky words spilled, writing
.
the pitiable heart’s hollow pain,
immeasurable as perpetual night,
and ruptured, the day light slain,
against the dispersed body’s might,
.
it was just the beginning,
of his eroding soul, and existence,
the sirens whilst singing,
calling, desiring for his penance,
.
which would claim, who he was,
a king, passionate and grim,
left with the marks, of the paws,
of the evil, that had bequeathed him,
.
a task of seven pebbles, the sins,
he had to conquer, and control,
engraving in his dark skin,
the spell of the ancient scrolls,
.
he yearned, for a safe escape,
to the regime of his still life,
away from the dark shapes,
of his demons of strife,
.
there was no way out,
but through the way in hell,
no longer any time for doubt,
he bend to his will’s shell,
.
shielding him, for the nature
favored for his survival,
as he passed through the gates,
bringing as a result, a revival,
.
of his blessings, against the curse,
he was determined to bring down,
by the power, of his virulent verse,
reclaiming his soul, and heart, his crown
Submitting the link to:
1. MindLoveMisery’s Prompt: Curse
2. Sunday Whirl
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