Devoid Monday, September 01, 2003: Sorrow creeps in, like the shadows of a dark night The moon gleams down, projecting the ghastly arms of the trees with their many fingers onto the ground Walking alone, the silence looms above, threatening its own death, to let loose a wolf's chilling howl A cold wind blows, penetrating the cracks and crevices of the mind, numbing its thoughts with its shrill abandonment Feet slither across the ground, and the moon shadows contourn to their shape The night conspires against carelessness, and turns it into sorrow Crushing all spirits with its heavy blows, it feels no remorse The trees dance in the cold wind, as it begins to grow The flames begin t dance now too, and the shadows dance alone as the embers drift out of view Sorrow becomes pain, pain becomes death, and the wolf howls his last cry The dark night mourns now, the dance is over, the flames have gone The wind only grows colder, and more shrill No more shadows are cast, they are all dead Chris // 9/01/2003 ______________________ Comments: Post a Comment
Sorrow creeps in, like the shadows of a dark night The moon gleams down, projecting the ghastly arms of the trees with their many fingers onto the ground Walking alone, the silence looms above, threatening its own death, to let loose a wolf's chilling howl A cold wind blows, penetrating the cracks and crevices of the mind, numbing its thoughts with its shrill abandonment Feet slither across the ground, and the moon shadows contourn to their shape The night conspires against carelessness, and turns it into sorrow Crushing all spirits with its heavy blows, it feels no remorse The trees dance in the cold wind, as it begins to grow The flames begin t dance now too, and the shadows dance alone as the embers drift out of view Sorrow becomes pain, pain becomes death, and the wolf howls his last cry The dark night mourns now, the dance is over, the flames have gone The wind only grows colder, and more shrill No more shadows are cast, they are all dead Chris // 9/01/2003