The angel of darkness never falls from his throne.
He's hurt and broken like an old child's toy.
Yet he still sits strong and tall with broken wings upon an old throne.
Here he sits with a crooked crown,broken and bent, on his head for thousands of years.
He is the king of nothing but empty darkened space.
His body is sewn together with midnight threads.
The skin that is sewn is cold and rotting though out the night.
This body of his is sewn as to remain the king of his empty court and keep the light away.
This is the spot where he stood against the test of time and lost the fight.
His body is now on the broken throne within a chipped old urn.
The crown is placed on the urn and still remains crooked like when it was on his head.
He once fought away the light that threatened this land in his heart.
Now it controls this land but he is left to sit on the crumbling throne .
He is left to watch as the light creates life to bloom across the barren land of his heart.
The King is left to watch as his kingdom turns from gray to green and yellow as the heart finds where it belongs.
I wrote this in History class a few days ago and though I should share. No stealing and the image is from photobucket.
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it is very good.....keep writing....and posting....i like to read your stuff