VERACITY OF THE DARK ABYSS

When thine eyes close
And thine vision impaired
Do ye get scared?
Unaware of what may be there
Trepidation you feel
When the truth is not revealed
When darkness conquers
And the sun thou no longer feel
When the wind starts to howl
With evil on the prowl
When despair grips thine heart
Thou can no longer breathe
Demons now reveal the tricks up their sleeves
In the eves and bushes
Thou may hear the moaning
Of ancient spirits forsaken and groaning
Can ye taste the gloom
As thy soul is spent
Once upon thee
All evil’s will is bent
Where ther is no solace
Only cold desolation
Where it is pointless to use
The mind’s rationalization
Sight is useless
Ye may only hear and fell
In a place where all things mythical
Thou now see are real
Thine heart keeps pounding
Until thee feels it explode
The sounds of bats screaming
Makes thine blood run cold
Thy very bones rattle
As fear makes thee quiver
Open thine eyes
And yet still thee shivers
Demons of yore gaze into thy soul
Their frigid glare makes thee weak
And gaunt as if old
Do ye now understand the
Denizens of night
The shroud of darkness
Used to block light
Impenetrable penumbra
It’s fruitless to fight
The Gods of darkness
Would consume all who might
Where the smallest sound
Could be the greatest threat
We shall never release thee
From our soul slaying net
Your fear and pandemonium
Entertain us greatly
We laugh as kings
In positions stately
Through all thy  plight
And befuddled confusion
Thee still retain
This foolish delusion
Of some form of deliverance
Salvation from shadows
But thou art imprisoned and held
By phantoms of cold barrows
Stranded in shadows
Thou pray this a dream
That this grim horrid dimension
Is not what it seems
Our hideous servants torture thee
And tease
Making thee drop down
And beg on thy knees
Entreating our mercy
Beseeching our pity
But all thou receive
Is our deep enmity
Sunlight shall never again
Touch thy face
As thou art captive
Of this abysmal place
They slash at thine chest
As thee start to bleed
Thine trickles of blood
Are consumed with greed
Ye stand to run but fall
On weak knees
As nocturnal creatures
Leap from trees
Bounding into thine spirit
Hence forth ‘tis torn
Making thine very constitution
Broken and worn
Forlorn without hope
Thee pray for a quick death
But we shall torturously
Draw out thine final breaths
Gashes in thine breast
Continue to leak
Our children stab and rip
With their claws and beaks
Nipping at thy soul
Ripping thee apart
Thy blood flow slows
Until thy heart stops
Ye cling to thy life
By merely a hair
While serpents and devils
Continue to tear
dragging thee down
Into their grim lair
Where they feast on thy flesh
Without any care
Ere thy demise
So ye may feelThe hellish burns
Of our satanic children
And thus ye learns
The powers of darkness
And those within
But thou shall not live
To mistake it again
Thine life has ended
In this shadowy place
Thou hath been consumed
And left was no trace
Learn well this lesson
All those who heed
For this shall be thine doom
Should ye ever feel a need
To invade our home
And assail our throne
We shall mutilate thee and leave naught
Not even thy bones



SHADOWS

What lies behind
In the darkness you create
Are there sinister creatures
Lying in wait
Even the righteous
Have inner demons
Never can you truly
Remove your heathens
So what exists
In the shadows behind
That you cannot see
Because without light you are blind
And into penumbra
Your gaze comes up clear
Yet let me tell you
There is much to fear
For the dark is
A mysterious and secret place
Some even think
It’s the devil’s space
But be that true
Or not you can’t erase
What behind you has or
May take place
Your shadow is unavoidable
Even the chaste with it are born
But within theirs lies nothing
As they are still free of scorn
Yet every action garners spirits
Of some greater or lesser power
Of benevolence or malignance
Demeanor happy or sour
That upon you they will ride
Like the Equestrians of the Day
And the toll for having these beings
In the end before God you will pay
So again I ask
What lies in thy dark
When the beast has its time
Will you be given the mark
Or is your dark just so dim
That He will deem you faithful
And take you with him
A curious question which answer
You cannot
But let me tell you
In Hell you shall rot
Or maybe not if you
Decide to take god and be saved
And you repentance coupled
With your absolution made
But know ye not
What you’ve did and done
And from you shadow
You cannot run
So I give you warning
Beware of your tale
And listen close
For demonic wails
For when conscience fails
And you fall to the dark
Be assured that
You will be given the mark

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