'Tale of Seclusion'

When one is devoid of happiness and desire When humanity remains and woeful events transpire Before the cleansing by Saint Anthony's Fire When life is a catastrophic vortex of distress The world shall feel winters bitter caress When rivers run dry , and Mountains tumble The laws of society shall begin to crumble Chaos controls the hearts of the naive Through flesh and bone shall the demon cleave Darkness spreads , a virus most voracious Death plagues the land in a manner quite predaceous Sorrow's cry echo's through ones essence Quietus of existance , a universal evanescence Lasting silence , a peace so profound The hollow vastness of nothing , emotions abound Fated to remain alone with thoughts so dreary Haunted as well as daunted , i grow weary A conclusion befitting a tale of torment A life forever bound to a sorrowful lament The tale of one's eternal seclusion A tale with a forgone conclusion... Written February 25th, 2002 © on Feb 27 2002 01:57 PM PST   18 • 0 • 1