Desperate was the Hand,
To the Fist,
To the Door of Introspection,
To the Mind, to the Darkness.
Pounding, pounding away,
The broken bones,
To the dust of flesh.
A moment before forfeit,
The Great Gate collapses.
Bursting into a torrential tide of Madness,
This scornful swell swam deep into the Heart.
Its suffocating chill, mirroring the growing Dissent,
Resonating all of discord in a living Thought.
Hope's last stand sends deceit fleeing.
Rushing waves, shuttering away,
From the pathetic kindle.
Such a sad flicker, this bastion of salvation.
As with All Things, this too falls.
The Darkness, the Madness,
The Door to all Doors,
Consumes the Light.
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 3:06 PM UTC
Desperate was the Hand,
To the Fist,
To the Door of Introspection,
To the Mind, to the Darkness.
Pounding, pounding away,
The broken bones,
To the dust of flesh.
A moment before forfeit,
The Great Gate collapses.
Bursting into a torrential tide of Madness,
This scornful swell swam deep into the Heart.
Its suffocating chill, mirroring the growing Dissent,
Resonating all of discord in a living Thought.
Hope's last stand sends deceit fleeing.
Rushing waves, shuttering away,
From the pathetic kindle.
Such a sad flicker, this bastion of salvation.
As with All Things, this too falls.
The Darkness, the Madness,
The Door to all Doors,
Consumes the Light.
