For he indeed a comatose shell became
Now heed this story I relay.
As I regale you with this tale of woe
You will an unsung secret know.
Mankind was once at one with darkness
A wicked, monstrous power harnessed
And into its skin the fleshlings slipped,
Their minds slowly into fragments ripped.
The weaker morsels swallowed down
Their bodies consumed, and souls to drown.
These vile creatures from hate did spawn
The infection to grief and spite respond.
The gods of old would soon decree
A safeguard be placed to end this siege.
And of one pure child the burden bared
The folly of all mankind be shared.
And when the boy grew to a man
Pain incarnate in his hands,
Years of bitter disdain and lies
Would bring the rage to fill his eyes.
The gods would then decide his fate
Their fear of this evil overtake
Shall bind him forever in his mind
Warmth and joy, he’ll never find.
He eternally on his shackles feeds
The cruelest of all ironies
A warning from this story true
Darkness gives power absolute.
For should he awaken, the dark shall rise
To take revenge on a world despised
From the wretched masses, his army formed
And again bring forth the abysmal storm.
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it’s got a death/doom metal ring to it 😉 my favorite part was “He eternally on his shackles feeds; The cruelest of all ironies” because it describes mankind so truthfully… wish I had thought of that.. great piece, once again
Thanks man I’m glad this one resonated with you!
Man, this is so deep!
You totally nailed it.
(No pun intended)
Excellent piece. Why don’t I ever thunk of things like this? Brilliant!
Thank you Jerome!