Poisoned of a biased way,
Subdued into the depths of hell.
Dreading day by day,
the memory in which his soul had fell.


Never lost, only forgotten.
Cast into another world.
Damned away by the evil's toy,
as mortals mocked with a paining twirl.


Centuries, he slept away.
Awaited for the time to come.
Smelled the air of vengeance one day,
and rose from the grave beyond.


Opened his eyes to the new world.
A new experience, a path he'll learn.
The moon shines and he smells the blood,
The time is near for his pain that yearns.


Now he walks upon the melody…
in nights of fog and crispy mist.
Smiles with pleasure and the remedy,
to cast his hell of torturing bliss!

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Thank you! Glad you enjoyed, this one is based on one of my characters that Im pondering on writing a story on. Thanks for viewing.