Death of Poetry Five Poems Supernatural

Death of Poetry Five Poems Supeatural Supeatural PoetryHere five poems?, As I call it? Death and supeatural poems. Perhaps some 'bizarre, a series of a few may be, but with unfailing subtlety of course, and sharpness Ting, HAG but we need if we want a good lap: 1.Evil? S CreationThou knowith evil clings The offer of peace? It is also to be observed? S drowsy Pain of inspiration? But gently darkens Twilight? S dunes? Sprinkling with shadows Directly from moon.O night! Who gives life? A evils situation? How powerful murmurs If my chest?:? His name did not start It did not end? But why? O, why? King eteal, Did you? Something? How powerful murmurs If my chest: ? To see the love that is The best !...?# 609 4/1/052.The first DepthStruggling against the sky unrestful The warlords of eteal darkness ? invisible life? s evident in the eyes? Ebb and find the price rule? The first in depth? the silence of the deep Eteal legions unrestful eyes The storm chasms, untrimmed The colossal walls untied now? The first in depth? other celestial Here collects demonic and divine Now, with the storms, hidden behind a Armed defense, I saw his terrible sagaAnd swords such as solar Thunder and lightning of Orion That was the message of cosmic punishment If only a man is seen, could gloom.And the echoes that I heard from the stars Nameless, threw immortal flames Meeting ground for the Final Countdown Armageddon? S Titanic start !...# 610 [4/2/04] 3.Satan? S DaisiesWalk slowly, he is in the vicinity of Above the clouds; Quiet talk, you can feel Our gift mouth! With his dark charcoal Hos The pleasure and addiction, It was right that E 'after us! # 612 [4/3/05] 4 Iron Raven? One can not escape death below (Says the axiomatic, Iron Raven, Who supplies the dead)? My Immortal icons? Those who are sometimes exhumed?. Fame is no exception to Raven, He seals fate so disgraceful! # 611 [4/3/05] 5 marble tomb? Twill be the same, the same (I told him, if he lives), A tomb of marble or wood? In a hundred years, say Or hundreds of such date in What matters is (He died)? A pompous monument It is not good? Yet He built a marble (But) not wood! Your name will be forgotten Among the debris and roots O? ER moisture and mold Who cleans your grave? (I asked him all these things Before his death, and has never You answer? It built his tomb Marble, admire its size!) You? In it, at this tomb? You can not hear what ?!!!!! And here am I? Re building Yes? Other Mausoleum On the other rich man! # 613 [4/3/04] poet and author, Dennis L. Siluk is necessary in Lima, Peru tomorrrow [and mountians], and Central America [Copan] thereafter for one month to find more information on poetry writing. .. and the secrets that are in earth ...!