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Jun 13, 2026
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Life In Vain
As death looms the angels cry
Blackened souls parish and die
Ghastly screams as the ghosts fly
Darkened aura’s float on by
Putrid filth fades away
Skies of blue turned to gray
Broken wings wither and fray
Howling wolves stalk their prey
Depth of hell, fiery pain
Memories past shall remain
Heart on fire full of distain
Forever living life in vain
As thunder cracks, dark of night
Demons come to cause a fright
Wanting, needing to put up a fight
Try and try with all your might
— streshenkofftheresa, Jun 13, 2026
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The poem commits fully to a gothic, apocalyptic register, and that consistency of mood is one of its real strengths. From the opening "As death looms the angels cry" to the closing struggle against demons, the imagery stays within a unified world of decay, darkness, and supernatural threat. The quatrain structure with its single end-rhyme per stanza gives the piece a driving, incantatory momentum, and the heavy stresses in lines like "Howling wolves stalk their prey" reinforce that pulse.
That single-rhyme scheme, though, is also where the poem currently strains. Holding four lines to one rhyme sound is demanding, and in places the rhyme appears to dictate the word rather than the other way around. "Heart on fire full of distain" reads as though "distain" was reached for to complete the -ain set; the meaning of that line is the least clear in the stanza. A useful exercise would be to draft a version of that third stanza working backward from the idea rather than the sound, then seeing which rhymes survive honestly. (As a separate note, the intended word is likely "disdain," and "parish" in the second line appears to be "perish.")
The imagery leans heavily on a familiar vocabulary—blackened souls, putrid filth, fiery pain, demons—and these arrive already worn, so they ask the reader to supply the dread rather than creating it. The strongest moment is "Skies of blue turned to gray," precisely because it is concrete and shows a change rather than naming a feeling. The poem would gain force if more of its images worked that way: specific, observed, transforming, instead of declared. The wolves stalking prey is another instance that earns its place through action.
One structural shift worth weighing is the move to "your" in the final stanza ("Try and try with all your might"). Up to that point the poem observes a scene from outside; the sudden address to a reader changes the stance abruptly. Deciding early whether the speaker is witness or participant, and holding to it, would steady the closing.
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