morda - original poem

morda

this forest

is filled

with creatures

of my lord's court

you may lose limbs

before sunrise

for this forest

is filled

with violent faeries

willing to help

on my mission

to destroy

all that you stand for

all that is pure

to please

the pleasant pageantries

playing in my Lord's mind

a thespian

of mental gruel

and medieval

celestial sorcery

I am the huntress

and you are the hunted

my precious one

I'm the captor

who will find your hiding spot

air you out

and give you up

to Satan and his crew

to serve our mother in the afterlife

and appease our father's death

for the realm of Morda

will forever live on

in generational spirals

our paths will cross

once again

as all that is enslaved

eventually does

at the bottleneck

gate-cover in the sky

we all need to comply

open it

mosey our way inside

for Morda

LINK:  https://allpoetry.com/poem/16474020-morda-by-Colvet