Oceanwind499

It's here I lie in fatal grip, With deadly daydream clashes. Where I find amidst the flames My place among the ashes. It's here that once a hero died, With daggers for his bed. Where I find within the graves My place among the dead. It's here I lost my will to fight, My heart bereft of wins. In the madness that I find My place among the sins. It's here the last words that you spoke, Did tell of tales untold. Here entranced by flesh and blood My place among the cold. It's here my knowledge came to be, And there was not a fool. Though instead my search confirmed My place among the cruel. It's here I beg to know the truth, O

Deadly echoes, flares of light, Dying laments, screams of fright. Tears of blood and eyes of sin, This is the madness found within. Clenching terror, haunting cries, Frosty shadows spawning lies. Downwards spiral, churning pain, This is how the heart is slain. Ashen shackles, flames ignite, Cage within eternal night. Howling demons, gouging claws, Thus the spirit gains his flaws. The tides of darkness weigh him down, We turn away, and let him drown. With his soul the shadows weep, Feed him lies, and drag him deep. We realise now, it's far too late- We've left our kinsman to his fate. He cried for help, we heard no sound, Th

Nothing can be said to change the past, What's done is done and what's cast is cast. The one man left standing will die at the end, Unable to live without ally or friend. Restlessly pleading to burn in the flame, And return from the ashes from whence fire first came. The world will lie silent, still frozen in time, And the last man alive will fall over the line. The sun will bleed crimson, not wanting the sight, Of the screams of the Phoenix torn into the night. His wings ever broken, unable to fly, The Earth will be split by his shattering cry. He'll sob and despair, unable to stand The rivers of blood spilt by only his hand. H

I am not like the others. Who hold their heads high And run without worry. Without my sorrow. I watch them at night. They point their muzzles to the sky And howl their freedom. And I am silent. I see more than life. There are my tribe who sit with life And the spirits that whisper their messages. Messages only I can hear. Their eyes are free. Amber, green, dark blue Like the sky and grass and sun. Mine are like ice. The spirits talk to me. I listen to their voices And they tell me about my tribemates. I know more about them now than they do. I see the fate of them all. I know my leader will die soon Die at the paws of he