Sunday, May 19, 2013

Vengance

shapeless in the moonlight,
long since darkness fell,
shall the monsters perish
as they do so well;

a longbow on its backside,
a scabbard hung to cross,
a knife holster at the hip
ready to be tossed;

a mask pulled down low,
cannot tell if it has a face,
but if you stop to wonder
you'll lose track of its place.

don't go wand'ring in the shadows,
don't go treading in the woods,
don't go jogging in the forest,
lest you not be where you should;

don't venture into darkness,
don't go looking for what was lost,
what left you had a reason
and reclaiming has a cost.

it faces no resistance,
the monsters see no thing;
too busy cowering in the light
to see what nighttime brings.

the demons light their fires
to push away the dark,
hasten their own endings
by insisting on the spark.

it knows why they've come,
it knows why they will not go:
the mosters are a virus
and spreading's all they know.

don't go wand'ring in the shadows,
don't go treading in the woods,
don't go jogging in the forest,
lest you not be where you should;

don't venture into darkness,
don't go looking for what is ours;
what we hold in our embrace
is alone fighting this war.

the devils walk on two legs,
garbed in what they killed;
they know not what hunts them,
bring nothing like its skills.

the demons create more shadows
as they move within their light,
what they see as darkness
to it is plenty bright.

the monsters never expire,
filling up the world;
regardless how many die
more will come unfurled.

don't go wand'ring in the shadows,
don't go treading in the woods,
don't go jogging in the forest,
lest you not be where you should;

don't venture into darkness,
or nature's champion arrives,
by the time you see its face
you'll already have died.

it knows how the virus thinks,
it was once infected too,
until it found the cure...
and now I come for you.

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