The Brooding
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An owl's call echoes through the ruins' walls No other sound is heard in the gloom Outside the green trees whisper, waiting to be answered Cries from afar interrupt the silence. The ivy covered stone holds stories from long ago They will again one day be told and treasured This is a dark place, though green and unspoiled Forgotten are it's secrets, forgotten are it'stales The brooding guardians of forgotten secrets stand Forever unrelenting, watching, listening. The ivy covered stone holds stories from long ago They will again one day be told and treasured
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Ashes fall through the air, from burning hope Desolation reigns in my heart, no light left Souls drift away, through air thick with woe Misery stokes my fire, sorrow fans the flames Green is the colour of my eyes, black is the colour of my heart My boat is lined with the skin of the fallen My oars are cold bleached bones Place me a sixpence in your mouth, for I must collect my fare It's time to take your trip across the river And you must now rest your eyes Your souls are my fire.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
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