A black cloud
A darker haunting
The lifeless bodies crawl beneath your feet
Mindless ghouls from Hell shall eat!
The Black Avalanche,
The stormy darker pit
The last life to live,
The last torch you lit!
A black curtain
A darker howl
The mindless jaws taste flesh and spit
A white specter drains life and wit!
This Black Avalanche,
The eleventh hour entwined
This story to crumble upon you,
This creature mutated and revived.
A haunting, deep inside your soul
Creeping, spawning mindless hounds
A ghostly tear on Azrael's face,
Last ray of hope, blasted in space
My haunting, the tentacles of fear.
This disgusting, macabre sight,
The origins of Death and Blight
This never-ending Dirge that plays
My last hope of better days
Your last heartbeat,
After a long pause I write again!
O_O...I'm sorry, I don't know whether to be happy you're writing again or not. Your pieces really bring to light the dark and though I can accept the dark, sometimes, that doesn't mean I can't fear it...
Dark, foreboding, a scenery piece for sure. Normally I like for distinct stories, but for this I can be content with the eerie setting it gives