His dark mane like a absence of lightflowing like night wind
His dark eyes a absence of light aganist his ebony skin
His blood is the color of ink that has never been spilled
Every thought would destroy the Earth is his mind was reavealed
The Prince of Darkness who glides on the wings of a storm
A being who is heartless has no love and strives for nothing but harm
The Prince of Darkness a being with no physical form yet a beauty thats breathtaking
For one who can behold him is one inflicted with demons and satan
All below him he is something historical
the thing that walks among us something metaphorical
Something that converses and talks among us known to all still some disbelieve
Until they fall to the shadows and can no longer rise to they knees
His sword is like a dark cloud and his shield is a eclipse
like the sun went down and cannot find the strenghth to lift
His armour is like tormented souls trapped in steel
surrounded by a dark cloud of cold the essence of fear
The Prince of Darkness who has never known love or any happy emotion
not sent from above or any heavenly notion
Not raised here or born in this land
But he is The Prince of Darkness the spawn of man







This is A poem so dont say shit about struture and do not come in here to hate i will tell strobe your freeposting and have you banned from open mic

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hmm empire your no topical lord stick to punches wasent feelin this to much...stucture was off badly kinda lacked flow in some places...needs work...6.5/10

omg you dick didnt you read the fucking thread no you didnt or you wouldve seen at the end where i said its a poem and struture dont mean shit leave another fake feedback and i will have strobe ban you doing shit like that is gay

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eh..... it was okay..... good diction i guess... but there aint many people i heard doin modern poetry so i unno how to compare u....... battle me

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...The real Renegade before Hova...