When darkness comes to create a storm
I will stand lost, and forlorn
To fight my way, to the end of my dome
To fight for what's right, not to condone
A storm's flight will conquer
Many, but not all
For my own flight,
will conquer the storm's call...
Fear is but a toy, used by the holder
To gain power, to bolster
forces beyond strength
without hope, you will succumb to fear,
but gather, children, the storm is here
Fear not for your safety, but for your soul
the end of a soul
spells the end of us all
when one leaves, many fall
when one cries, many call
Calling to freedom,
crawling from fear
to fight for what's right,
to fight for what's dear...
Run from the cloth, red velvet cloth
it brings with it monsters
created from fear,
they thrive on suffering…
they'll dine on us here
they come on in hordes,
beings of fear...
Run, my dear children,
I'll hold them off,
'till the last of my skin,
has fallen off
Let my blood run free
in crimson decree,
that truth is greater than all
For the loss of one soul,
is nothing at all,
if it stops, the end of us all...
I stand lost and worn
In the edge of the storm
fighting for justice
not just for this
but for all who will see
that I am but nothing,
If I am not me
so in a storm,
I am lost and worn
forgotten among my own kind
Forgiving, never loathing
what is in store
I stand in my forest
lost and worn...
For this is the end,
the end of a soul
this is the end,
the end of us all
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Poetic Inversion
PoetryJust a collection of poems and quotes I've written or heard over the years, some recent, some not so recent. Mostly depressing, so... Not for the faint of heart. No, life isn't always dark, it's not always bad, but it's easier to focus on the bad th...
