Cursed short poem

A man cursed,
can never bring happiness,
a man condemned
can never bring justice,
whatever he touches,
will turn to dust,
whatever he makes will rot.
whatever he desires,
will never be his,
whatever he loves,
will get condemned too…

Banished from the land
he searches for his soul
he has but questions
he has but anguish
all he feels is pain
he walks across a desert
he sails across the sea
he walks past the mountains
he walks past the fields
he walks tirelessly for years
his agony keeps him going..

he stops by a small pond
to get a drink of water
he looks down at his reflection
and how old he has become
he looks frail, but for his eyes
which are burning embers
his fury knows no bounds now
and he unleashes his wrath
the wind blows from hell
and burns everything in its way
the water dries away
the sun becomes too hot
the place becomes a desert
and he moves on..

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Nothing enthralls me anymore, Nothing surprises me anymore, I know not the depth of my own soul, nothing allures me anymore..............
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Reyvrex Questor Reyes

This brings the reader to realms out of the ordinary. The imagery is so rich.


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