The Reaver (poetry)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Behold! an emptiness vast wast either side beforn and aft Him who spyt emptiness fast fell into that from whence the beast laughed Hoarse voice sounding not unlike a shrill and awful wind or gale It calt unto to tell those foundlings their fill and wretchedly did rescind the pale Of face; shalt it waste them whom art ill of comparye demeanour She camest into; lo! she cometh in; a twisted witch a crooked reaver To dumb the loud and sull the speaker, therein; whither camest ye Nay! tis some phantom bitch; a wraith; and torrents of despair thither be Eternally For we to see Forever It is thee ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ An original piece of poetry, written by Erik Pierro