Mind Of A Mad Man
By PoeticKnight
What weary travelerHas entered my mind this nightTo whisper of the strangeness thatAlludes my mortal sightMight this mad-man's tale be trueHis words so full of hateThey pierce the darkness of my soulMy dreams an open gateOr has he merely lost his wayAs perhaps I have my ownMy path growing dim indeedThe seeds of shadows sown Written October 1st, 2001 © on Oct 01 2001 08:35 AM PST 10 • 0
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"What weary travelerHas entered my mind this nightTo whisper of the strangeness thatAlludes my mortal sightMight this mad-man's tale be trueHis words so full of hateThey pierce the darkness of my soulMy dreams an open gateOr has he merely lost his wayAs perhaps I have my ownMy path growing dim indeedThe seeds of shadows sown..."