Those Shadows Rage
By sidewinder
Twisted and tattered obscured against a starless night, Imminent is the sound of death, Those shadows rage in whispers and the seasons simplify the end, Lyrical in form and fashion, Celebrated by a wraith which cries for reprisals, Seeking blood for blood, And the grim reaper smiles holding his arms open wide as if an invitation is left open, Consequences sometimes happen, Too late for regrets, Too late for apologies, Cold in emotion, Met only in the twilight, Listen for the song howled in the blood of the moon, And the apparition that laughs a cold eerie roar leaving a chill against your neck. Sept. 3, 2000 Written December 28th, 2001 © on Jun 03 2002 09:44 PM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 18 • 10 • 6
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"Twisted and tattered..."