Howling Wind
The rose buds puts out gray,
upon the shallow, hollow and empty graves,
the bell rings at midnight,
as dark hearts pass the graves,
wearing masks,
skeletons did not stir or wake,
as some secrets are better left buried,
and some people better off dead.
Evil lurks IN THE HEART OF THE WIND...
The thing was blood stained,
and foul breath,
as a newly opened grave,
and the fire within burned for all eternity...
Screaming, searing flash of angels,
numberless monsters of the unseen,
with those wings...
Blackness, fell across the empty land;
it is done; I am here.
I feel the green grass beneath my weary feet.
I've seen the howling wind of the Earthbound Dead;
I've seen their souls in the void between the realms,
of the living and the dead....
Now, perhaps now,
I can rest.....
By starstruck13
© 2009 starstruck13
(All rights reserved)
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