Notes, like shadows, gather to hear. Ethereal light, a mixture of tears. Her torments flow out, like demons set free. One blood red note struck, the final key. -AD
Hither came they on horror fraught wings of aeons past
Crowned and clad in the ancient night of time
As the fallen, faded petals of sunset dipped into ulterior night
They gathered, somber and secret, to observe my passing.
My years crept past the vaults of reality enshrouded in mystic gray
I knew them as the passing of shadows born upon flowing, archaic waters
With still born eyes I gazed upon the sepulcheric dome of the sky, seeing naught
Evoking the dead and spectral dreams of the primal, eldritch past to give answer.
Vaguely I lived, merely existing, in shadowy, necromantic dreams
Dreams that hover on the verge of fathomless sleep
In lethargic abandon I challenged stagnant morality to part
And descended with malefic laughter into the bosom of the absolute void
Forgotten gods gazed with eyes of ultimate oblivion, and spoke
Be thou enamored of deaths darkly curtained halls. I gave them answer
Nay, for I have been to the wall. The bastion between hope and certainty.
The riddle which lies betwixt fate and choice. And long for its cryptic embrace.
The black, funeral veil of night covers me in misted sorrow
I lie in the chill, eternal twilight of infinite gloom. Half life, child like, yet driven
Chaos unravels the corridors of my mind, no destination sought, no desire.
It corrupts my soul with irreverence. Nothing cherished left sacred.
Eternity is ended. Everything is nothing. Clinging only to ghosts
Insanity, but knowledge gained no other can comprehend
Remember me as one with the rampant sky, born of fire to soon quenched
A slave to memorys beckon. A glimpse of dark reflection. -AD
It's just like Grace Slick says - "When the truth is found. To be lies. And all the joy, within you dies. Don't you want somebody to love." -Jefferson Airplane
In the Lap of the Gods "Revisited" "No beginning, there's no ending. There's no meaning, in my pretending. Believe me, life goes on and on. Forgive me when I ask you where do I belong. You say I can do it, you can do it, you can set me free from me. But thats not true. It's in the Lap of the Gods. I can see what you want me to be. But I'm no fool. It's in the Lap Gods." -Freddy Mercury
The soul was so very lonely. It came to visit the mystic ocean. Falling in love with the rhythm of the everlasting sea. It remained to dream the ocean's dream.-AD
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