Beneath the Iron Gates,
A story so dark and twisted.
Never ending tunnels,
Greif hung in the air.
A black curving stony path,
Awakens every sense but sight,
Hear the air around you,
Steady pace, keep on.
Destination unknown,
But the journey,
Strangly is set.
this arbitrary determination.
Bare feet fall,
Upon the cold gems of the earth.
Guide them to the end.
That never will be reached.
What is that in the distance?
Chance of light, I believe.
But will the casted shadows grab you,
Before you make it to the end?
The Reaper stands above you,
But to someones surprise,
To you, He is invisible,
Run. From. This. Place.
Dont. Go. Beneath. The. Iron. Gates.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 10:01 AM UTC
Beneath the Iron Gates,
A story so dark and twisted.
Never ending tunnels,
Greif hung in the air.
A black curving stony path,
Awakens every sense but sight,
Hear the air around you,
Steady pace, keep on.
Destination unknown,
But the journey,
Strangly is set.
this arbitrary determination.
Bare feet fall,
Upon the cold gems of the earth.
Guide them to the end.
That never will be reached.
What is that in the distance?
Chance of light, I believe.
But will the casted shadows grab you,
Before you make it to the end?
The Reaper stands above you,
But to someones surprise,
To you, He is invisible,
Run. From. This. Place.
Dont. Go. Beneath. The. Iron. Gates.
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