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A void of undying fray, Death is a sweet song of fright, There is nothing more to say. A voice of power gone astray, Weakened upon the sight, But be careful at the close of the day.
Dooms with wings when under no ray, The shadows lengthen to great height, There is nothing more to say. His reign of terror risen out of decay, Rage at the beginning of first light, But be careful at the close of the day, There is nothing more to say.
But be careful at the close of the day, Run with the speed of the night, There is nothing more to say. Be sure that dawn is on it's way, For it is weakened in the light, But be careful at the close of the day.
Dota: Born from the Night
By ICEFROG
I chose this poem because this poem is very scary and very cool. I really liked the idea of putting a game into a poem. This poem has a brilliant ryhme scheme, and this poem puts chills in your spines and makes you very conscious of the night
Poetic Devices: End Ryhme scheme Metaphor
A night Stalker's Poem
