They who wait...

[darkness0within]

They who wait...



Nights hallowed halls so dark does hide those spectres of forgotten past,

Their lucid thoughts exist in memories of man that will forever last,

In dreams...Now that their slumber took those waking thoughts away,

To wait there for that call of man...To raise them on that future day.



Forgotten souls who’s glories past held back the fall of evil night,

Those knights of truth and justice woke from slumber for that bitter fight,

And for a time held hopes and dreams aloft as banners in their might,

But soon the human race forgot those beings deeds of valor to the light.



So Rejected in their victory...Those saddened hearts took solace in their sleep,

To wait those lonely centuries and think upon humanity and weep,

In groups so scattered on the earth they wait the call they need to so arise.

To fight once more for good...And join battle to take evil to it’s ultimate demise.





Darkness.

[artolmaeus]

english is such a peculiar language, evil backwards is live,
what you have is not the same as what you got
for some who wait, for perhaps the undead
to visit them in Salem's Lot,
even the ideas of evil, and where does God begin?
as sometimes, it is possible He gets bored,
without any new or exciting, original sin...
what are the skinny and fit without the glutton
or the appreciation of easy stretch jeans
that do not pop the button
look but do not touch, touch but do not taste
taste but do not swallow, swallow, but don't enjoy
enjoy but not too much
what is cake without the worm wood
a night's sleep without bad breath
and if God did indeed make Shakespeare,
then, did He also write MacBeth?