Post by Scy on Jan 27, 2007 0:13:46 GMT -5
A small collection of poems
Red eyes a glow, its body coils and tongues flicker
Tasting your fear, to attack the organs it desires
Glinting fangs make haste to ready and snap
Poisons race and fluids flow
Your death is a breath away.
From the Daemon’s Kiss.
Rippling, graceful
Flying high as it soars
Keen eyes always search
Its calls echo in the vast,
Open plains high above.
It’s heard below in song,
Elegant beauty, yet powerful
Is the Hawksong.
Dark rippling pools
Black as night.
Insects swarm on leaves hanging
Heavy
From a depressive state.
Despair and spite cloud the pool,
But deep below the torrent
Small pearls radiate silvery-white light
Revered and kept safe.
Hope is present and will guide those lost in the torrent of evil, and human desires.
Evil lives in the darkest corners of your mind, it lies patiently in wait for the day...
The day you venture into those doors, where you'll be forever bonded to the twisting, inky, blackness that will curl at your feet and crackle and spark as it swirls around your head...
Be afraid, be very afraid of the monsters that are born here, glowing lights do not always mean safety. They will tear at your flesh, down to the very marrow of your bones. Then you will live again, but dead in every way.
The need for living flesh will drive you to escape into the safe, padded world in which you one lived and prey upon the living...only for them to be reborn into the monster in which you have become.
Cities will fall and the earth will come to ruin and only the dead things will live on, the need to feed driving them, but with no living flesh to feed on.
In the darkest corners of the human mind lives this nightmare, forever living on whilst many everyday cross the borders of this abyss.
Never ignore the things that go bump in the night...