Past the Tree of Woe and across the River Styx
Beneath the lake of souls and hidden among the crypts
Lays a mausoleum craved of obsidian stone
Where the banshee wails and the ghouls mourn.
The lost forgotten ones lie in wait
For one determined by fate.
To stand before all that is holy with broken seals
In order to end peace, life, health, and meals.
Like Pandora of old the sheep will let loose
Avatars who's only goal will be to tighten the noose.
They will leave destruction in their wake lacking all care or need
For as one they hound humanity according to this creed:
We will not think, we won't feel, we won't laugh, or cry
All we do from dust till dawn is make the people die.
Author notes
The first line was all I could find. The rest sprang from this one's simple mind. If any may find where I left off please point this out.
Written June 5th, 2006
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wow m. this is dark , and very hauntingly eerire . *shiver* ^^ terrific job .
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Merveilleux, mon ami. The imagery in this piece is fantastic. As always, you have quite a way with words. Hmmm... so this is what comes of random conversations. We shall most definitely have to continue with the randomness then. lol. Keep up the good work. Au revoir!
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dark and sinister. It was full of Allusions. Great write. It leaves me with a dark and mysterious feeling.
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