A View From the Rope
Cold tunnels echo The conjurations of the diseased From eternity Shades reaching out For verges of insanity In dungeons of the mind Breeze turns into storm Crippling dreams and hopes Eyes weeping dust Into the urns Of wrecked souls The presence of the age Aura of mortality Pain and ecstacy Monuments of misery Vague arcades of woe By nightmares revealed One being the last Fate's morbid chimes Encrusting lives With callous grace Forgotten bonds reborn Of reasons pulverized The spawn of endless screams Eyes weeping dust Into the urns Of wrecked souls The presence of the age Aura of mortality Pain and ecstacy Monuments of misery Solace in terror Where the gargoyles cry Intoxicating sorrow Rapture of the blind Monuments Built of dismal tales
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025
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