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In darkest affairs,
Of graveyard aforementioned,
the frozen, late hand
of the once great Salve.
His voice he yelled loud,
his chains he sound
and yet his voice,
was a mere whispered wisp.
His wails passed on
like a shadow of bleak,
casting a shade,
upon his own crypt.
He bang in fury,
shriek'd like lorry.
"O' Almighty, Lord of Creation!
Prithee I ask, free me of sorrow.
Long hath I lived, many a quest,
but tis chaos I detest, lest tis be a test.
I implore to see light! I itch to see Ye visage!
Wrap Thy cloak, round m' arms,
so I may never bear, the madness within."
Then the Lord answered back,
light searing bright.
"If thou complain of chaos,
and sadism within,
Then why, I ask, have you, yourself,
whipped all thy people, lash'd them at,
boil'd their heads, broken their hearts,
scourged the souls, and families thee shred,
all with the same things,
this hellish realm gave?"
And with that, the great king drop speechless.
He gazed from the Light, to the shadowy descents.
He low his arms, gave into the chains,
and stared into the void, he himself had made.
Of graveyard aforementioned,
the frozen, late hand
of the once great Salve.
His voice he yelled loud,
his chains he sound
and yet his voice,
was a mere whispered wisp.
His wails passed on
like a shadow of bleak,
casting a shade,
upon his own crypt.
He bang in fury,
shriek'd like lorry.
"O' Almighty, Lord of Creation!
Prithee I ask, free me of sorrow.
Long hath I lived, many a quest,
but tis chaos I detest, lest tis be a test.
I implore to see light! I itch to see Ye visage!
Wrap Thy cloak, round m' arms,
so I may never bear, the madness within."
Then the Lord answered back,
light searing bright.
"If thou complain of chaos,
and sadism within,
Then why, I ask, have you, yourself,
whipped all thy people, lash'd them at,
boil'd their heads, broken their hearts,
scourged the souls, and families thee shred,
all with the same things,
this hellish realm gave?"
And with that, the great king drop speechless.
He gazed from the Light, to the shadowy descents.
He low his arms, gave into the chains,
and stared into the void, he himself had made.
Poem! 
Not sure actually what genre this is, and what category this should fall in Poetry.
This was written by my fantasy OC Pentinence, during the times he was to be alone in his room, which he basically turned into a personal library, among other poems obviously.
It tells of a Salve. No, not the greeting in Latin, but a Salve is a title given to a ruler in some countries of Navagar, that is. This particular Salve found himself laying on his own grave with only half of his body out, and the setting takes place in a nightmarish realm where apparently the dead is believed to be in the afterlife, and they are evil, according to Regiversian belief. This isn't Hell or Gehenna, but something similar to Niflheim of Norse mythology, except Niflheim is where those who died quite insignificantly (not dying a noble death or something.).
The Salve is revealed to have been a cruel ruler and tyrant to his people during his lifetime, as said by The Almighty who asks him back what the Salve had asked The Almighty. Realizing what he had done and now understanding, the Salve decides that nothing can be done to redeem him, and forever continues his afterlife in eternal damnation.
It is particularly a Regiversian style to not portray The Almighty as having a gender, as for the Regiversian belief that God is actually androgynous, or in some other cultures of the worlds, genderless. But Pen seemed to break this one, maybe for rhyming purposes or some reason whatsoever. The Salve in this poem also seems to not follow the Regiversian culture or belief that The Almighty is genderless, and even addressees The Almighty as "Lord over Creation".
Not sure actually what genre this is, and what category this should fall in Poetry.This was written by my fantasy OC Pentinence, during the times he was to be alone in his room, which he basically turned into a personal library, among other poems obviously.
It tells of a Salve. No, not the greeting in Latin, but a Salve is a title given to a ruler in some countries of Navagar, that is. This particular Salve found himself laying on his own grave with only half of his body out, and the setting takes place in a nightmarish realm where apparently the dead is believed to be in the afterlife, and they are evil, according to Regiversian belief. This isn't Hell or Gehenna, but something similar to Niflheim of Norse mythology, except Niflheim is where those who died quite insignificantly (not dying a noble death or something.).
The Salve is revealed to have been a cruel ruler and tyrant to his people during his lifetime, as said by The Almighty who asks him back what the Salve had asked The Almighty. Realizing what he had done and now understanding, the Salve decides that nothing can be done to redeem him, and forever continues his afterlife in eternal damnation.
It is particularly a Regiversian style to not portray The Almighty as having a gender, as for the Regiversian belief that God is actually androgynous, or in some other cultures of the worlds, genderless. But Pen seemed to break this one, maybe for rhyming purposes or some reason whatsoever. The Salve in this poem also seems to not follow the Regiversian culture or belief that The Almighty is genderless, and even addressees The Almighty as "Lord over Creation".
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