A poem for the bewitching hour. How do u like it.?

Question:"soul out"

Sitting regal on her throne,
her throne is scarlet as is blood.
Cannot you see the darkness dear,
her curse can wipe out all the dawn.

Revenge for all the lives she took,
agony is now just a fact we feel.
Pain is now a fact of our lives,
life's become complete despair.

Cut your nose to spite your face,
to forgive is to show you're weak.
Before the rain of heaven's pain,
I dare you now, do not complain.

You've torn my heart out once again,
we've done this dance a mortal sin.
For you I have this one small query,
is your dignity worth more than a dime.

Give into you old dark desires,
your cuts and sores have been retired.
Get down on your knees and beg,
cause no one here escapes alive.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: "soul out"

Sitting regal on her throne,
her throne is scarlet as is blood.
Cannot you see the darkness dear,
her curse can wipe out all the dawn.

Revenge for all the lives she took,
agony is now just a fact we feel.
Pain is now a fact of our lives,
life's become complete despair.

Cut your nose to spite your face,
to forgive is to show you're weak.
Before the rain of heaven's pain,
I dare you now, do not complain.

You've torn my heart out once again,
we've done this dance a mortal sin.
For you I have this one small query,
is your dignity worth more than a dime.

Give into you old dark desires,
your cuts and sores have been retired.
Get down on your knees and beg,
cause no one here escapes alive.

past the bewitching hour for me as i read this...glad to see you back into the swing of things...

I am not sure if you are talking about a former love or a venereal disease.

this one frightens me because i recognize some of my own darkness in the character

I am not feeling this one.

This one is a little scary. Maybe because of it being at midnight, the bewitching hour.

Its really good. It makes you feel the darkness creep inside you... to the point where you can see yourself inside the person.. that really is good