Poems from W_Steele
In the minds of the young death shall reapWithin his lair your soul hell keepBe it day, be it nightBe it dark, be it brightHell stalk and...
In the end we are just specks of dustFilled with greed, malice, sorrow, and lustWe are minuscule in the scheme of thingsWhen it comes down...
Death to all and hollow be my nameWhen you are like me you have a bad kind of fameWith darkness in my soul and death on my mindIt is not...
The dark, the coldI stand alone in its ghostly holdLost in a sea of hellish nightShivering cold with unearthly frightThe sounds of...
A man, deemed a demon for seeing beyond the fogBetrayed by the people and rules he swore to followPlagued by the harsh cruel world in...