Dark Poetry: These Chains

THESE CHAINS The darkness was full of sorrow… And bleak. but it did not wither me, nor make me weak… For a time, I may have bathed in its mist, but the coolness of the frozen air, it lay brutal… My mind, it did try to twist. A putrid lonley darkness once haunted me. It

Dark Poetry: King of Pain

King of Pain …With echoes of the haunted whispering in the breeze, I found myself hanging low, down on my knees, kneeling to a king who held the key to my prison, not allowing me to be free…. In his dark chamber, he sat, ruler of his throne, with a voice louder than thunder and