Ode of the Lost
As the willow's leaves droop to weep
So is the plaguing fear in my heart
It is cold, cruel, and consuming
Leeches my spirit, a parasite
The world is blurry, confusing
The doubt haunts my sleep
Feels exposed as the hare being hunted
Claws raking down your back
Orchestra plays a broken chord
Resonates in my ears
Booming and thundering, echoing malice
As the darkness seeps in...
The demons come in calm
Disturbing my peace
Destroying my sanity
Chanting, whispering
Ominous chills, down to the soul.
Spider weaves its web
I'm trapped, struggling free
The strings become tighter,
Tighter,
Ebbing strength
Freedom, so far
At the point of no return...
Screams unheard,
My cry ignored.
I reach out, watch out
To the slightest sign of light
Once I catch it, once I seize it
I hold that light so tight
At the slightest sign of trial
The light I held so dear,
The light that kept me free,
Slips away, apart from me.
And when the winter comes,
With icy fangs of lore,
Caged and chained,
With the eternal fear,
I can only hope and make a wish.
A wish of promise, a show of faith
That the spring will come,
That the willow won't weep.
That my time in captivity, will reach it's end.
That the light will come once more,
To free me,
To hold me,
Protect me
And break the chains of deep.
