Valley of Shadows

Brought slowly forth in shackles rotting slowly
Shade ominous, black, tearing at the remnants of a soul
Sought nevermore an idly meaning of nothing evermore holy
Afraid and alone without the life it once stole

Listening snivelling while waiting for judgement
Light surpasses the growing darkness as they gather
Glistening in their macabre glory, each breath brilliant
Night never seemed colder in this voiceless lather

Once, long before this never-ending chill
Befallen as the blackened blood dripped so sore
Abscence unnoticed in the fray, alone in the kill
Omen of grey laughing as he opened the door

Silent are the shadowed monsters aglow
Vacant stares watch as the skies above glitter grey

Vibrant nothingness beckons in the memoria slow in sway
Serpant eyes beckon, disguising the fire below

Leaves quiver and fall in the wake of the tide
Surging forth through the valley, saline with tears
Thieves swallow the land as each cried plea is steadily denied
Emerging forth are the dying screams and fears

Felt is the nothing and numbness of the death
Skin flakes off and dissipates in the sordid water
Knelt at the river bed, the onlooker takes one last breath
Sin is paid for in blood like the last dying flower

Cold and dead the soulless corpse floats
Singing quiet soliloquies the others sit in wonder
Bold scars ache softly while the pitiless fear roughly coats
Clinging tight, another is gone with each roll of thunder