And no, this is not a Spidey-tribute or anything of that kind.


Wallcrawler

To ruin! To cinders!
With all that which hinders

My grand design, my masterplan
To lead the greatest life I can

Great ones are not meant for the lives of the lesser
I was born with the hands of a killer and caresser

My muse is a succubi, beautiful and dreaded
The love I have for her inspiration lies deeply embedded

In the vastness of the dark I've been searching for the abyss in which I was born
Cast unto the earth, now I am stung by the rose and healed by the thorn

I rattle this human cage
In dire despair and rage

I am crawling up the walls, screaming like the vindictive dead
Horror and humiliation deepen the wounds in my heart and head

I howl like a devil and weep over my fate in this sacriligeous cell
What madman would attempt to redeem a being native to Hell?

Now that old alliances are forgotten and broken
I take my solitude as an omen and a token

I serve only the hollow throne
I stand in this my crusade alone



Poetry by Rex Panthera
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Written on 2010-04-16 at 18:31

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Doreen Cavazza
Very dark and mysterious. I feel much emotion. I love the way you put your words together - they carry me through the entire read. Very well done, as always!
2010-04-19


Bob
You are good!!!
2010-04-16