The swarm unrelenting
threatens to black the sky
The forest grows darker still
the great beasts which stalk
grow ever bolder
The glow of their eyes in the growing gloom
Betray their lurking forms
Wicked with dagger like teeth
The suns inextricable swallowing
Now never again to pierce the sky.
Light bearers rejoice atop newfound thrones
The rivers again bloodied
Sallow eyed servants draw the taint
Those who must brave the gloom
Lest greater still misfortune is to follow
Abject horrors to suffer subjective text
Which scrawls their existence in blood
Depraved ramblings are they.
How short lived it is.
The ghosts of the past will not sleep
Nor haunt
But stare idly and oddly
Not haunt
But stare idly and oddly
The seas and sands of time
Collide as to shake the slumbering
The pendulum creaking
Keeping maddening consistency
Striking each hour deeper despair
We’ve lost our way
The map is blank
The laughter of the dark one consumes
My name is the wailings of despair.
The lightbearers lament
Now black out the sky forever
The ghosts of the past will not sleep
Nor haunt
But stare idly and oddly