Everything into the Dark
Speak of me, and I shall appear
Remnant of the past
Ghost lingering through regret
Voicing concern, trod not the path of my choosing
For given time, you would face me
And thus, face the furnance
Vicissitudes of Fate
In waking nightmare, envision harbringer of innocence's end
Deeply moved, inner seas a raging
Path lain bare, terror of inner tide
Beneath starlit skies, songs remain unsung
'til dawn of day, when hope's cryst, sparkling and bright
Would shatter and break
Find that sorrow delves deeper than never before
When pages turn, where letters clash, now and never more
Words unspoken
Truth untold
Aching heart
Not of this World
The worm, so long looked down upon
with both contempt and fear
Longed for the skies,
yet could but crawl
At the rock, the snake would rest
At the root of the tree, the serpent would weep
By the threshold of apocalypse, the wyrm would mourn
‘til the day, when will grew too strong
He with nay a name, he who shed his skin
crashing down the abyss
whistling winds, end closing in
Then, a stroke; two they were
amidst brilliant light, burning
Wings held aloft, brimming with hope
Eyes burning bright, pale flare of fate
Song sung aloud, bellowing pride of life
The beast rose to the heavens, tearing through life of its own
a world bathed in fire, a will reborn
That which was hidden and oppressed, through years uncounted
under ashen cover, untouched for millennia
Seeing moon’s light once more
