The $$#embler of souls absorbs all within his reach
His seemingly perpetual glance of doom
Would even make the smallest of serenities breach

As he rides he wind being the ghost of gloom

Running darkness all around

A knife in her hand

Fall, rising, screaming the name of her beloved


So weak, and so weary
Something blackening her thoughts

A cloud, a force, a weight

Finding her true love lying in red

Is this reality or just a vision in her head

To be the knife as well as the wound

Is all that concerns her

Overwhelmed by a burden, like hordes of fear

The obscurity of the vale of tears
Grasping for safety, which lies all so near
Incresent malice of the vale of tears


Wandering oblivious in the foggy twilight
Shades of an obelisk shines so bright

Incredulous thoughts, bewildering her mind
Is there really a god to find


Halting through the darkest of forests
The obese and extraneous at her tail
This haunting, lingering to the extreme

She is about to quail

Then a formless mass of black, went skyward

Stars began to fade behind a veil of dark blue velvet
She stopped, she listened, nothing
Silence, an eternity passed


The silhouettes of something unseen, a presence