As the world spins,
Night once taken
returns dripping its beloved shadows,
So differentits cool gentle caress
from the hateful sword of the scorching light of day.
Its touch as welcome as a cool bloody rain...
Days drain into night,
Everlastingly eternal,
Everything good must wane into bad,
Evil no matter how many times vanquished,
Simmers boiling... festering beneath the surface,
Forever there, everchanging,
Morfing molding itself to become our own worst nightmare,
Fed by our darkest fears
It lasts, it devours, creating its own darkness,
Spreading its evil across every land...
It shall never stop whilst there are people there to feed from...
COMMENTS
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WaitsForTheMoon
16:47 May 16 2010
I like this one.