In bright fettered darkness;
If ever you need me…
Lost deep in the timestream–
That is where I will be.
Past, present, and future–
There is so much to see!
But I must keep going,
To maintain that you’re free.
The Crow would know it’s all a show
The veil of self-defeat.
The Fox has mox and slips the locks
But dies out on the streets.
The worst is cursed to quench the thirst
Vanity laid bare.
We taste the waste of love erased
Deserved sweet despair.
And debt is met with perfect threat
With nothing more to say.
The winds of sin caress the skin
It all just turns to Gray.
Skip the stones across the heart
And feel the beat as we depart
And taste the kiss of fruitful chance
On and on we dance and dance
Flood your heart with awful fright
In this abysmal darkened hour–
Let all your horrid thoughts devour
This, your freedom; Horror night.
Put your back against the wall
As ghoulish hands tear at your soul;
With all your friends now dead and cold–
You hear the shrieks engross the halls!
The scathing claws are at your door!
Blood-soaked teeth for flesh to meet–
An apparition without feet;
Empty sockets see no more…
You squirm alone until you find
The black, repulsive, gripping scares
And bloody, sharpened, bleak nightmares
Are just a creak inside your mind.
But in that truth a shadow lies
That grinds the jaw against itself:
A visage mirrored; maw of hell–
The morbid future–your demise!
It lurks inside and deep beneath;
The cawing crow of beastly ire–
A putrid scent of flesh and fire!
Beware Friday on the Thirteenth.
What madness this that I contrive
that makes me think with just my eyes
that I convict my only bride
of treachery that she may hide?
Inside my heart where it abides
that my imagination ties
a dream of hurt and sickly lies
if it reality defies
Her simple laugh and heavy sighs
that for another man do fly
and them I see as oft’ the sky
then feel my faith begin to die
A devil is this jealousy
that makes me long for honesty.