Well my favorite poem is personal and won't be shown but my second favorite is one I wrote along side many other poets a long time ago.
Legend of the Sealed Kingdom
The sealed Kingdom is a horrifying place
where the Werewolves howl chills the blood and sends ripples of fear down your spine
a place that never sees the light of day but always the dead of night
a place were the screams of the damned echo through the spectral wind,
a wind that never feels warm but always an unnatural cold
like death itself is imbued within it,
and as the darkest part of the eternal night approaches,
the moon rises over the Fortress of the condemned,
and gleams its dreary light upon the kingdom making the land glow a ghastly silver,
just light enough to see were you are going...
But faint enough to not see what's hidden in the darkness...
the Birthplace of evil Land of eternal darkness,
this is the sealed Kingdom forever drenched in shadow,
hidden within the trenches of eternity, lost in the currents of dream
beneath the tides of time, lying broken in the cold, lifeless abyss
in the place of wolves, that roam betwixt mortality and mortality's dream
in a place of hidden demons that dance upon the winds of mystery
atop a lone mountain, assaulted through eternity by the howl of treachery
so lies the Sealed Kingdom, forever drenched in shadow,
and so lies the darkness that once dwelt upon the land.
The darkness that once breathed.
That once walked.
That once thought.
That now lies in slumber, awaiting the day,
when the eternal companion of darkness shall awaken anew
a companion by the name
Slumbering in shadow, the stars beam down faint light
In the moonlight, they respect the interlopers
in the darkness, twisted inside reality
people will now believe my story of.
The sealed kingdom, in slumber
the blood night keeps the morning dew away
The lost tale, of this damned place
will be sealed away, until its legend fades, then all...
will be true...
Beneath melancholy black clouds and above mystic black waters lies the Cursed Castle of Ages Old; the castle long abandoned by the living and captured by haunted souls of those not yet fully dead lies in a plane of forgotten time evermore. The sun has forgotten what that place looks like, and the darkness has erased the glory that once shone out radiantly from the splendid nation.