As I was Wondering south west of Stoneglow in the Darkest hours of night, I Came across some empty graves and floating around them I saw the pale Glowing green of six spirits, as i aproached them I could hear them saying.

Spirit 1: I am the spirit of Pain, Reach deep into your soul,
you will find that i have no name.

Spirit 2: I am the spirit of Hate, You curse the ones you don't even know,
You curse the ones of a different race, You curse the ones that are close to you,
until the day of forgiveness is to late.

Spirit 3: I am the spirit of Anger, You hold inside all of your rage
all of your emotions and all of your Evil thoughts,
which will one day lead you or someone into danger.

Spirit 4:I am the spirit od Sadness, Your lonely and love does not welcome you,
your heart turns cold and hard as stone,
you walk alone with only your shadow, How quickly the mind turns to madness.

Spirit 5: I am the spirit of Rejection, Your Family avoides you
and people pretend not to see your existance, Shivering in a dark corner of a dark alley,
whispering words for it to all end, Beacuse your tired of living a life of Neglection.

Spirit 6:I am the spirit of Greed, All your health,
everything in the world, with all your wealth, soon there will be no need.

And Finally the last Spirit appeared from no where in the form of a mighty Lord staff Clutched in Hands and horns upon his head that shined with a piercing tip.

Spirit 7:I am the spirit of all Spirits, I am the one you can feel but not see in the darkness,
I am the one who Hides in your Shadow, From the day of birth to your last breath,
The final moments of your past and prest will collide together,
I am the spirit of Death.

Good stuff Lightwolf, I can very well see the strong poetry in there . This reminds me of the story of the Four Wives.

There are ways you can improve this. The rhyming is good, but if you could keep a fixed rythm and structure, to create like a ballad, that would be awesome. Also one of the few treasures in creative writing is that you can go beyond the boundaries of using just the plane old describing words. The most basic technique used in poetry is the use of senses to set the emotion:
What does it smell like?
What does it sound like?
What does it look like?
What does it taste like?
What does it feel like?

So for example, here's a little poem I wrote about Love.
"I smell the sweet roses,
hear the musical heartbeat.
I taste fire in her love,
burning, compassion,
a curious taste
The warm gentle touch"

So for this poem, you can describe the emotion that each of these spirits represent. Just play around with it a bit. Looking forward to reading some more writings from you .

Cheers,
Anich

hmmm...since i am a poetry writer I think i Could Re-work it I'll see what i can do

As I was Wondering south west of Stoneglow in the Darkest hours of night, I Came across some empty graves and floating around them I saw the pale Glowing green of six spirits, as i aproached them I could hear them saying.

Spirit 1: I am the spirit of Pain, Reach deep into your soul,
you will find that i have no name, I have felt the Cold Steel
Through my Heart it Melts.

Spirit 2: I am the spirit of Hate, You curse the ones you don't even know,
You curse the ones of a different race, You curse the ones that are close to you,
until the day of forgiveness is to late, I have pushed away my Dearest Darling,
now all I can hear is the Voices Calling.

Spirit 3: I am the spirit of Anger, You hold inside all of your rage
all of your emotions and all of your Evil thoughts,
which will one day lead you or someone into danger, My family was Killed
with my eyes i have seen, Now that moment is a never ending dream.

Spirit 4:I am the spirit od Sadness, Your lonely and love does not welcome you,
your heart turns cold and hard as stone,
you walk alone with only your shadow, How quickly the mind turns to madness,
She walked and never came back, Love is all my spirit Lacks.

Spirit 5: I am the spirit of Rejection, Your Family avoides you
and people pretend not to see your existance, Shivering in a dark corner of a dark alley,
whispering words for it to all end, Beacuse your tired of living a life of Neglection,
Oh how it must be to Feel a warm gentle Hug,
oh how it must be to have so much fun,
Now i live my days without the light of the Sun,

Spirit 6:I am the spirit of Greed, All your health,
everything in the world, with all your wealth, soon there will be no need, I have tasted all that was liquor
I have spent all that was Coin, oh how i long for the taste of an expensive sirloin.

And Finally the last Spirit appeared from no where in the form of a mighty Lord staff Clutched in Hands and horns upon his head that shined with a piercing tip.

Spirit 7:I am the spirit of all Spirits, I am the one you can feel but not see in the darkness,
I am the one who Hides in your Shadow
I am the one you cannot touch,
I am the fear that you Taste,
I am the one with the burning heart
From the day of birth to your last breath,
The final moments of your past and present will collide together,
I am the spirit of Death.

Bravo, well done . The spirit 5 cuts deep, and I like how the spirit after that is the spirit of greed. Its almost as if there's another story behind there. Like when you lose someone you love, or when someone you love rejects you. You just don't care about you life anymore, its entirely your fault. Hmm, greed is a powerful concept.

I also like how you include in the last spirit "I am the one with the burning heart", that can mean two totally different things. To me, it expresses love and pain, or hate. Which is also a great concept, and that part was very well written. So including it in the spirit of death, it could mean that all the good and bad in your life is being summed up, your deeds are weighed. Love or hate, heaven or hell. Yeah?

Good stuff.

Cheers,
Anich

Thank you Anich The poem was Something I actually wrote for myself and when i saw you pm'ed me...i figured I wrote a poem on Spirits...i wonder what people would think about that...sooo...now this is a remix for Daimonin ...

the Spirit of Death is Both light and dark love and Hate...He's neither a Friend nor Foe...he is all that is Life and Death

woot! Love this poem! You did a good job with describing the demons of the 7 hells.