Shades And Shadows Of The Things Unseen
By sidewinder
Creeping memories through those dark havens mired in the heart of night, Those jealous faces that those past a nightmare, Horror revealed... past a full moon, Blood red... shattered past those times unseen from a forgotten mind, How can you describe the way you feel on an unknown path? Why does your heart sink when you hear me speak? And when you feel love in the forest all alone, If you feel cold on a summer day, If you feel hot with passion and your thoughts are cold, Look for the shades of what you can't see, So if those dreams rage in a past, Tragedy touches where some least expect it, Near those threats that touch the chill to the bone, Only the macabre remembers those unaware, Frozen.. forever, Can you feel those shadows touched in the shadow? The towers that rise hold secrets untold of an age of fear, Enchantments of crystals born of the Earth, Ageless and undaunted in their magic and purity, Held only by hearts that embrace harsh thoughts while keeping the world in balance, With wonders known only by shadows, shades of the things unseen, lost by a past hidden.... Yet in that instant shadows creep and crone dripping in a forsworn time, Bitter, Cracked... in those shattered, Jaded... forgotten memories... that run in a hallow mind, And when put to the test, Face to face at the tree of woe a repast happens, Written in the shades of time, Blood red in those pages of pain where the hour has been forgotten, Only those jagged edge's of stone know the ways of the root stopping not for time, Not even for pain, But when you listen to the screams of the wind, Of trees... When the unwary take the knowledge... not their own to step on, Time tests energies... that not even your ancestors vaguely hear of, Where a haunted past reveals those shades that we fear, Contrasted in a time where a whisper that is heard in those shades and shadows of things unseen. June 12, 2000 By: B. E. Whitehorn & Allan Perry Written December 21st, 2001 © on May 31 2002 05:59 PM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn dark • contemporary
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"Creeping memories..."