Upon blacken shores of time and dust; the wind howls in the shallows
Upon the wrecks of man become ruins to one's extinction
From shadows that crawl with fear; To the screams of the earth wailing like untold banshee's
From the depths of despair of ocean; To the force that rocks this ship violently
To the winds that carve with cold among ice that stabs with quick motions
To the fires that burn the flesh upon the wails of pain
O' what do I owe to this fruitful thought? Or is the emotion of dread that haunts my dreams?
O' what do I see with these stained eyes that makes tears fall like a unending storm
O' what voice do I use to yell into the darkness among which Shadows and Figures crawl from this
Shadows among upon my shores; for they walk with terrifying might the fear that grips my heart with a tight grasp of dread
Shadows that crawl among the floors of the ground; seeping in like toxic ooze creating chaos and despair
Lives scream like their souls escaping from the terror of night; as they wish for the light to be the hero
Shadows crawl, Shadows scream what do they mean? Among the darkness of the ocean they swim like demons, hunting for they're next victim
Shadows fly to the sky where shall they reach? Among the stars of heavy night no light shall shine through
Creation of Motion shall they sweep down with they're vicious claws cutting into the flesh and drawing the dark liquid? No for they drink and eat this flesh that strips from the bone
Oh can you hear the terrorizing howls? Yes for they are trapped in a perpetual purgatory, yelling for freedom
Shadows be damned like spawns of hell for they shall once again seep our dreams and cause this waking nightmare
Shadows begotten among the halls of our dreams, lurk deep into the person as they're mind screams for help
Shadows stare to the fairest but shall they reap or sow they're everlasting seed into the eyes of woken pawn?
Shall the pawn fall or shall the pawn rise to the dawn?
Answers in the night bring only fright
Frights in the night brings screams of delight
Oh yes bring the delight of night and we shall remain tonight
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Poetic Tales and Philosophical Days: The Creator
PoetryAs the Creator my mind must speak and must share what knowledge I give