The harsh bite of a moonless night
The cold chill of a remorseless will
The lonely cry of one who dies
I am alone
The cruel blade in a shrouded glade
The burning spear of a vicious jeer
The harsh cackle of a merciless crowd
I face them here
The end driven by the means
The blinding rage of a hollow self
The pinpoint in an ocean of darkness
I must prevail
COMMENTS
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Dragonrouge
00:12 Sep 06 2008
Very beautiful!
I love the way you constructed the feeling in crescendo!
xcrimsonlustx
12:45 Mar 16 2011
*thumb's up*