The leaves know their circumstance-/
They see it in the others crying,/
Giving glances along the lines perchance/
To find the reason for their dying./
Given no answers, they assume instead/
Doom and gloom is the only reason/
But inevitably, with shaken head-/
They muster to spite their final season/
Dying more beautifully than they ever were living/
Till the the last winds breath... they sing-
This fall, it will be our last~
But why let our pain be known?~
Life is over, much to fast~
But why is it always shown?~
Tonight- We leaves will fight!~
We'll fend away the winter clouds~
So live your life underneath the light~
Age Spectacularly and Die Proud!~
Monday, November 5, 2007
Halloween!
On this, My most darkened hour, I wait for whatever is creeping. I dare not drift, for it will catch me for sure if I am sleeping. The single candle flickers on, and off again, twitching under the somber ceiling, and I hear it once again; Slowly, surely creeping!
Why? Why is time passing slowly?! Where is the coming morning? The wind outside is howling, lamenting premature my death for sure, while the rain outside is pouring! Outside the room the floorboards creak, while inside, windows leak as if blood were running to the flooring! And to the ghostly chorus adds some hell-bent creature clinkety-clinking its ungodly mooring!
The high-backed chair is giving no support, and to myself I gain no rapport to bargain for my own thoughtless soul! Outside, I still hear it creeping and it brings my person to mindless weeping at the thought of it reaping my god-fearing being as it's goal! Azazel comes! It's closer stealing! Now it's at my door! There's nowhere to run and the wooden gate starts to creaking! Is that what I think! Good God Yes! Parched bone from behind is peeking, and with it I set to screaming!
Yes! This, is my most darkened hour! I come face to face with what is creeping! My soul blackens as this horror twisted from the depths of hell comes reaching, flame red eyes and un-naturally twisted limbs for soul-reaping! Chains all around, deadened smell as it grabs for me, clinkety-clinking! My screams grew as I saw in full view what had been so slowly, surely creeping!-----------------------------
Why? Why is time passing slowly?! Where is the coming morning? The wind outside is howling, lamenting premature my death for sure, while the rain outside is pouring! Outside the room the floorboards creak, while inside, windows leak as if blood were running to the flooring! And to the ghostly chorus adds some hell-bent creature clinkety-clinking its ungodly mooring!
The high-backed chair is giving no support, and to myself I gain no rapport to bargain for my own thoughtless soul! Outside, I still hear it creeping and it brings my person to mindless weeping at the thought of it reaping my god-fearing being as it's goal! Azazel comes! It's closer stealing! Now it's at my door! There's nowhere to run and the wooden gate starts to creaking! Is that what I think! Good God Yes! Parched bone from behind is peeking, and with it I set to screaming!
Yes! This, is my most darkened hour! I come face to face with what is creeping! My soul blackens as this horror twisted from the depths of hell comes reaching, flame red eyes and un-naturally twisted limbs for soul-reaping! Chains all around, deadened smell as it grabs for me, clinkety-clinking! My screams grew as I saw in full view what had been so slowly, surely creeping!-----------------------------
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