The Sting of Eternal Pain

The dark chandelier that has wrapped

Their souls with the ceaseless wrath of

That which they all fear.

Their eyes bleed as the eventually

Embrace the soreness of shame and cruelty.

The Fall

Rising high she stands to see the white light

Die in the absence of fear,

A shadow killed by the sun sings silently

In the night as she sleeps.

Alone and petrified she rests in a dome

Of dead dreamers,

A fatal embrace acquits her spirit

With tears of defeat and everlasting wonder.

Among the dead voices she sings the

Viking’s symphony,

A sight of sheer disbelief reigns in her

Murky mind of the endless labyrinth.

The silent voices of the lone breathe fear

And lifelessness to the beings sacrificed

In vain.