Post by annaka on Jan 11, 2013 3:22:46 GMT -5
The Shadow is there.
In my mind,
on my soul,
taking hold.
Controlling me,
contorting me,
consuming me,
cajoling me.
Whispering secrets to me alone,
telling a story that I have no right to know -
for it is not mine.
No it is not.
It is a story which should most definitely be forgot,
but cannot be forgotten,
for like the truth, it is always there.
omnipresent and yet
scarce,
as are the people who tell it.
It sows the seeds of anarchy and fear,
troubles the already weary,
punishes the most dear.
It is Time.
My friends,
It is Time.
In the square below the clock tower does toll
But to what end?
To mine?
To theirs?
To ours?
I know his voice,
I know it well
for He was once my friend, a most gracious ally
but now,
as he slips and slides,
So,
It seems,
Do I.
Down into the mire of decrepit thoughts
And creaking bones
Then the eternal embrace
The last embrace that you,
or I,
shall ever know.
Already known in part
for It has always been there,
right from the very start.
Since before Eve took the apple
And worsened our fate,
Since before the stone walls of our Heaven crumbled
and left Hell at our very gate, their war hounds screaming
It is Time.
It is Time.
And He comes.
In my mind,
on my soul,
taking hold.
Controlling me,
contorting me,
consuming me,
cajoling me.
Whispering secrets to me alone,
telling a story that I have no right to know -
for it is not mine.
No it is not.
It is a story which should most definitely be forgot,
but cannot be forgotten,
for like the truth, it is always there.
omnipresent and yet
scarce,
as are the people who tell it.
It sows the seeds of anarchy and fear,
troubles the already weary,
punishes the most dear.
It is Time.
My friends,
It is Time.
In the square below the clock tower does toll
But to what end?
To mine?
To theirs?
To ours?
I know his voice,
I know it well
for He was once my friend, a most gracious ally
but now,
as he slips and slides,
So,
It seems,
Do I.
Down into the mire of decrepit thoughts
And creaking bones
Then the eternal embrace
The last embrace that you,
or I,
shall ever know.
Already known in part
for It has always been there,
right from the very start.
Since before Eve took the apple
And worsened our fate,
Since before the stone walls of our Heaven crumbled
and left Hell at our very gate, their war hounds screaming
It is Time.
It is Time.
And He comes.
