Jan 2015
Listen to me children, to the tale I now recite
There are strangers in the dark, within the cold embracing night
They watch you as you walk along , there...
standing out of sight
To take away your happiness, and steal from you your soul outright
And though you may believe that I am leading you astray
Believe me when I tell you that they stand in silent, silver gray
Mirroring your every move to slowly rip your faith away
To leave you lost in turmoil, and the things these words cannot convey
Demented thoughts will haunt your mind, and so your heart as well
In the midst of what you once believed that Heaven would foretell
Insanity has found it’s way into your thoughts and there will dwell
You find your name upon the list of lost, and lonely clientèle
Nothing to perhaps remind you what has left you here, forlorn
Thoughts that now belie your mind, it’s madness now that does adorn
Your hollow faith in grace of God, upon remote and golden borne
Turn away my friends... before the lowest point of no return
Perhaps my thoughts misguided, mistaken, incorrect
It’s possible that I may be the only one with hope subject
I tell you this please understand, I do so now with all respect
I feel I must impart these warnings, heed my words without neglect
For if you do I fear that you may fall into the cold abyss
To find you are forever lost, your dreams of Heaven hence dismissed
Hell may call you out, and you will find that you cannot resist
Sleep eludes me yet again, and so my thoughts of fate persist
So listen to me please my child, I have not left the time
To tell you how things sadly are within the realm of my decline
Forgotten now are days of light, far lost inside a troubled mind
These feelings that cannot be felt among the words of dreary rhyme
It seems that now it’s much too late for me to warn you what is there
I wonder if the days ahead will find you still so doctrinaire
I beseech you do not follow me, to leave you with unanswered prayer
I leave behind my footprints...
in the burning sands of my despair...
Dean Evans
5/ 13/ 14
There are strangers in the dark, within the cold embracing night
They watch you as you walk along , there...
standing out of sight
To take away your happiness, and steal from you your soul outright
And though you may believe that I am leading you astray
Believe me when I tell you that they stand in silent, silver gray
Mirroring your every move to slowly rip your faith away
To leave you lost in turmoil, and the things these words cannot convey
Demented thoughts will haunt your mind, and so your heart as well
In the midst of what you once believed that Heaven would foretell
Insanity has found it’s way into your thoughts and there will dwell
You find your name upon the list of lost, and lonely clientèle
Nothing to perhaps remind you what has left you here, forlorn
Thoughts that now belie your mind, it’s madness now that does adorn
Your hollow faith in grace of God, upon remote and golden borne
Turn away my friends... before the lowest point of no return
Perhaps my thoughts misguided, mistaken, incorrect
It’s possible that I may be the only one with hope subject
I tell you this please understand, I do so now with all respect
I feel I must impart these warnings, heed my words without neglect
For if you do I fear that you may fall into the cold abyss
To find you are forever lost, your dreams of Heaven hence dismissed
Hell may call you out, and you will find that you cannot resist
Sleep eludes me yet again, and so my thoughts of fate persist
So listen to me please my child, I have not left the time
To tell you how things sadly are within the realm of my decline
Forgotten now are days of light, far lost inside a troubled mind
These feelings that cannot be felt among the words of dreary rhyme
It seems that now it’s much too late for me to warn you what is there
I wonder if the days ahead will find you still so doctrinaire
I beseech you do not follow me, to leave you with unanswered prayer
I leave behind my footprints...
in the burning sands of my despair...
Dean Evans
5/ 13/ 14
