Far over the bright waned moon Beyond the stars of our galaxy Outside space Beyond time Live the monsters that invade our dreams Grotesque beings of ungodly creation Who's eyes bulge with insight from the Beyond And slender, porous bodies writher with anxiety Whom loathe our feeble minds Envious of our unknowing They rip and tear at the fabric of time With their clamp-like hands Slowly, and with persistent vigor Infringing on our sleepless minds To drive us to the same insanity they endure The Horrors from beyond Time Fear-mongering ghouls of sweat-filled nights One day will occupy us all
Which-a way is the loo? I can't seem to find my hand... Oh! there it is, inside my shoe! My head is all muddl'd, perhaps I should try to stand.
The room is a kaleidoscope- Where did the floor run off to? I'm standing on the ceiling, at least I hope. My head is still muddl'd, perhaps I should try something new
Walk! I'll walk. Where... Where to walk?.. Ahhh, I know. The loo! No, I need another beer. My head is ******* muddl'd, perhaps I should try not being so hollow
Now I stare at the ceiling, World is spinning with eyes cross'd. That beer has left a distasteful feeling Of mistakes made with friends lost.
Blanket of worries Stain'd with three bottles of memory Means I can't forget all the stories; I'm an *******, in summary.
I forgot about the loo, and I never got up. There's only enough burning water to fill this cup. The last glass, for I hate how I've watched my mind fall. My head is tired and muddl'd, perhaps I will finally end it all.
Another day, another battle, another day to amuse one’s self. Looking out into the shadowy forest, in search of an acquaintance. Wolf howls signal the return of the Princes and all is well. The war has been won and the undead soldiers have been demolished.
Moonlight hovers over the home of the Elves And inside the forest I find myself, Hunting the hunter; under darkened skies. A wolf dives at me and I open fire.
The arrow strikes its head and it falls down dead in the snow. Its companions will be here somewhere, so I will be ready to fire again. An elf appears from the mist, so I lower my bow; It’s good to see you again, old friend.
He tells me of a quest to the undead hordes lair And after shopping for provisions, We head off with our band of merry friends. The healer is annoying, but he will be needed when we get there; So we allow him his flaws and his errors are not mentioned.
Once more into the darkness; we head into war And all around us, the skeletons fall. We grow stronger with age, before, during and after. At the end of the day, we are new to this no more.
Someday maybe | gnitiaw fo derit worg ll'I As I wonder about of you | ?yhw wonk t'nod i sselpleh oS Hear my heart that say... | ...enola lla ereh m'I taht Of our sweet memories | yawa spils tsuj ti tsaf oS That is here to stay, | ,emit ni eud nettogrof tuB Of my love to you, Forever | og tel ot esoohc uoy evol ruo fo
It's been sitting in draft for years, so as the memories that comes with it. (Origin date) 03/28/2011 8:15-AM