Thursday, January 19, 2012

Magic Hour

In that misted hour
The schism between night & dawn
There came a great & fearsome wonder
Meant for eyes filled with terror
To behold as their last soul crushing sight
There lurked a primal sort of evil
Seated upon a throne of agony
Reading hymnals writ in blood
Rosey thorns of malcontent 
Hollow laughter echoing Leaving your heart to wail
At the sound of The "Chomp, Chomp, Chomp"
Of roasted crunching bones
& the mash of his over sized fangs
The beasts only marching song
The thunder of it's rage is growing
Yet held silent as the center of a storm
For soon by will of Destiny
This monster & all his rage
Will be unleashed upon the World

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