Curse

I am hell's Hermes,
I am the soul of black,
I am whom you'll neither see nor feel,
Even though, your soul, i will hew and hack.

No king no queen, no god's sheen,
Can withhold the path i tread,
On castles tall and mountains massive,
and on mortals souls do i feed.

A year is all that i grant you,
Ere the apocalypse that shall swallow,
You and all those who falter the task,
then begone into my hollows.

Rivers of sweat, and pools of blood,
Your sinews and bones you shall grind,
To wade across the black ocean,
On it's shore lies peace of mind...

Millions with you shall embark,
but only a few shall thrive,
those who don't shall wilter,
Beneath the chariot that i drive...

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Well this is an old one from my days in 9th class...well with a year of school life left and the craven path to be chosen after a year, i guess the poetry is apt in terms of context.

Happy reading!!!