The Deepest Depths of Epic Pain

A good poem I found while doing random Google searches.

The scars of life unveil the weight of lies,

lest it be the torment of moral sin,

wherein the guiltless suffer wounds and cries

of love’s deceit as heartless notions win.

The evil whims of wicked fancy shows

no mercy for those crossed by hands of fate

when magic dreams are cast by darkened clouds

which turns the morbid sorrow into hate.

In rage of fervor, passions zeal is lost,

oft destroyed by life’s dire tribulations,

as sunning rays vacates dawn’s gleaming frost

human frailties blind truth’s revelations.

Within hope destroyed and life’s darkest stain

remains the deepest depths of epic pain.


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