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a vision

Submitted:Aug 24, 2009    Reads: 166    Comments: 2    Likes: 3   

Wandering vapors lost in time
Never gaining rest
Neither solid shape nor form
Misty creatures be
Trapped within the endless streams
Locked in vaults of time
Prisoners of the ages passed
Wraiths of time long passed
Travel not these roads my friends
Else thou not return
Better you had died my friend
Than wander through these mists
Darkened corridors of night
Home of fear and dread
Ghouls of thoughts and fears they be
Despair doth rule these lands
Dark the chambers of the mind
Those places carved within
Oh, fear to tread along their way
For terrors linger there
Creations from the pits there dwell
In caverns self hath formed
Ever gnawing at thy soul
Corrupting thoughts within
Creatures without form they be
Always on the prowl
Leading many down the paths
Where only death be found
Twisted columns green and grey
Knurled trunks of yore
Rotting masses thick and soft
Putrid stench I smell
Whitened bones all bleached with time
Scent of death fills all
Wraiths of night do flirter by
Whispers lost in time
Angry creatures filled with hate
Broken, twisted, ugly they
Entwined in death unsightly be
Like sculptures made of stone
Glimpses of past flash by
Curses of the damned
Like waves upon the shore crash down
Vision from below


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