#something-dark
Through blurry dreams of vivid ebony.
Of crimson red that escape my mem’ry.
The old hand of time has taken its toll,
In a world of dreams that wish to console.
With the passing of a clandestine star,
Whose dazzling silver lights just seem too far.
The transcendence of a thousand comets,
Are as beautiful as a sun that sets.
Overhead, a deep and calming sky blue,
A sign of life that shall now breathe anew.
Outcast and in exile, the vagrant weeps,
A soft silent whisper as Zephyr sleeps.
For stars that age, that once shone so brightly,
Dimming grandeur though ever so slightly.
Woe to he, lost in this sad serenade,
Her beautiful face, her pitiful shade.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 4:13 AM UTC
Pity naught the fool who stood agape at the mouth of the abyss,
Who henceforth became a delirious, demented *******
For very few are those who return from the precipice
Left with scars that are all but a trifle.
‘Tis not fire that burns, that brings about anguish.
‘Tis not rain that drowns, that brings about pain.
A sanguine dullard will forever seek to diminish
What a benighted scholar will endeavor to sustain.
Hath thee the prudence
To discern the ciphers
In the deafening silence?
In the earsplitting whispers?
The fiends,
Their eyes
Of sordid coal
Conceal the truth
Of what they are after.
Their forlorn cries beseech the soul
With venom as clear as polished lacquer.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 4:21 AM UTC
In my mind's eye
I see
the vast expanse
of the abyss
as it looms
ever closer
into conscious reality.
Something dark,
ancient,
and sentient,
awaits in
disturbed slumber
to bring about
chaos
to the world.
Its tendrils
reach out
to envelop the sky
darker and darker still
until all that remains is
its very presence.
And when
the hour is at hand
the darkness fades
into the earth
and sleeps
until the harrowing cycle begins anew.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 5:42 AM UTC