Evil Lived Days (A Word Weave Poem)
Shibboleth, how with high historic castle edge,
Even now where evil lurks,
Stood Devil- led demon, Nemesis.
She exhibits shear raw whipsaw works.
Swinging gore encrusted Devil lash,
Her rage engaged down needless souls,
She extracts skin-nicked dear revenge.
Exhausting grief falls swiftly, yet consoles
Spirits seeking grim, meant to open new wars.
Spiteful leering gods sitting great thwart thrones,
Spend day’s sacrifice entranced, downing gruel.
Liquor red, draws strong grim moans.
Such horrid dip passed deep pagan night
‘Til later religion negated disaster rite.
Evil thirsts for Blood and Pain. The Old pagan gods want vengeance and war.