Earth sinks with a spell of numbness that maul
Emotions with the dreaded past, The
Medieval warrior’s victory remains uncelebrated
As fate garnishes all known good with a faceless soul.
The wrapped façade of lies rises above the truth they
Believe in as time spits its gruesome poison, A shape
Shifter becomes trapped in a body of lies as the moon
Sleeps forevermore in the silhouette of their eyes.
Day fades into night as the pilhouetting maskman’s glory
Victors with one last kill, Leaves blown away cover the façade
That they all fell pray to, The lone heart of destruction hunts the
Weak that believe the words of hearts.
Shame brings death among they that breathe thin air of
The lost woods every time the silence is broken, Screams
Of the dead defeat the light as a shriek of doom reaps hearts
Apart, The numb will forever mourn the birth of their
Tragedy that seeks salvation in the dark.
The cry of desperation remains unanswered as
Mercy reveals the fatal unforgiving reality.
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