The beast sings a somber song,
With a deep baritone that leads us astray.
He hides in the shadow and lurks
Where no one but lost souls go.
He sings a requiem of our demise.
Where our will and hope wither away.
To turn us into oil and light his fire.
Deep down below, in the frigid cold.
Seeping into our weathered bones.
Here lie our bodies stripped of its flesh.
Slowly turning it into blackened oil.
Here lie our bodies in the bottom
Where fish swim and trash is discarded.
Save our lost souls who wander, trapped.
Deep in the crevices of the dark woods.
DU LIEST GERADE
Drifting | Poetry Collection
PoesieA random collection of old and new poetry, I randomly assigned the chapters so some poems might be from my elementary-junior high school years and some might be from my senior high-currently.
