Fen of Shadows

Seething sounds seeping through and breaking down the walls, suffocating your creation. The lacquer of the tongue paints the town red just like the spider weaves its own web. In shades that grow ever deeper and deeper, the strongest roots are of passion. Breaching the cages of your own mind, baptizing yourself in the fervor of the light. Lost within the fen of shadows no longer! No longer seeing the demise with scarlet intensity of the eyes. Seething sounds seeping through and breaking down the walls, suffocating your creation. The lacquer of the tongue paints the town red just like the spider weaves its own web. In shades that grow ever deeper and deeper, the strongest roots are of passion. Swarming inside the purest of hearts, surrounded by these hallowed grounds. Lost within the fen of shadows no longer! No longer seeing the demise with scarlet intensity in the eyes. Seething sounds seeping through and breaking down the walls, suffocating your creation. See, feel, breathe, become one. See, feel, breathe, become one.

Submitted by johnmansley — Nov 10, 2025