This may be a little hard to follow the first time through It is a train of thought poem. At no point did I pause or go back to edit anything in here (other than spelling at the end). It is just what came to mind as I typed. The message is pretty deep to me and I hope you manage to find it on your own as well. Enjoy!


Once upon a wintry eve
Came the song of misery
That drove the raven to his grave
Beneath the rotten putrid hay
And cast about in unseen fashion
The wild shriek of burning passion
When flame struck two and down they fell
That awful damp and decayed smell
Came to life to reawaken
The shadow's call that was forsaken
And enter at last our mighty foe
That laid to rest the fearless hero
Ash and root and bud and snail
Came the call for wings to sail
Across the horizon to distant land
Before the end came to all of man
And when the toll be paid in full
Then once again we ride the bull
To seek in bitter desperation
The key to dreams and sweet temptation
At last we find when all is lost
The secret path that fortune has tossed
That leads us once again to find
The icy snows of winters' bind
To shackle once and twice again
The soul of souls to bitter end
And cut thine string of life to see
That all of this is make-believe
And when you wake from darkened gates
Brimming full of fear and hate
You find that nothing understood
Is not unlike the masked-man's hood
From the gallows you watch him hang
Until time at last has changed
To freeze from winters chilling past
And reach within us all at last
From death we find our souls can heal
If only our bodies become the meal
And in the final hour when
You see the light and watch it bend
The worms devour flesh and bone
Releasing the soul to return to its home
And at last we find our peace...


Written by :zionia: Sept 17th, 2012
©  Zionia 2012