Terror Tales

CHIMERA

Stagnate hollow cries, flourish solid from the wood

And I began to understand, that they were all misunderstood

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My desire to assist, only ignites my solemn cumber

But pushes me much closer, as it pulls me from my slumber

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As I stand within my own, unable to support

And gain the strength needed, before my bravery was thwart

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The cries called out again, sheer silent in the night

And through the blinding glow, a vision I caught sight

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There within this vision, darkness did unfold

A searing sight to see, but the blossom it was cold

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Once again I staid, excited in my thought

Fearful of the night, that myself I could not wrought

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The rule it was gone, it unfolded as it will

Do I run for my life, or am I standing there still

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Then the reflection it was gone, and the disdain became clear

As the cries came again, causing thoughts to cohere

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And as these thoughts dispersed, my mind slowly did amass

As the fear ran up behind, and I moved to let it pass

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What anguish was being contrived, and what delight did it bring

And what hell was in the silence, between the songs that they sing

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The vision it still blazed, foreign from my home

As I stared through the glass, neglectful to roam

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Then darkness from within, outside it dilate

Till my heart nearly stopped, and my breath abbreviate

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The shadow it raises high, dwarfing my lair

As I closed my eyes and pray, that it really wasn't there

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Upon my humble dwelling, revealing slowly did swathe

As I turned in uncertain circles, like wood upon the lathe

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I grabbed my hair and pulled, as I pushed the fear within

Then I heard there in the silence, the crying once again

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Sounds without pleasure, a mournful kind of whine

The I saw within the glass, that the screaming it was mine

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Then the shadow it grew silent, within the cadence of my call