SAY A PRAYER FOR ME

SAY A PRAYER FOR ME

A casualty of war.

A casualty of nature.

Sad.

Alone.

Drifting.

In pieces.

No more music.

Lying silent forever.

Say a prayer for me.

END OF TIME

      

END OF TIME

Time has stopped in mid-flight.

Clouds have ceased circling the earth.

The sun refuses to show its face

For time has come to an end.

The roar echoes through the land.

Lights flicker in erratic spurts.

The power reaches its hand down

To the silent earth below.

My heart feels hollow and empty.

Panic fills the empty spaces.

My love has come to an end

And so too has the world.

A battle rages between my lovers.

Built upon anger, passion, and deceit.

The winner takes all,

And soon even me.

Todd must win this battle.

His heat must melt the ice.

He must save us from the evil one,

Who holds us in the palm of his hand.

The earth shakes and trembles in despair.

A blanket of darkness descends in slow motion.

The battle rages on in its fury.

Clashes of swords echo its thunder.

All is black.

Darkness, my only friend.

No sound to direct me

To the battlefield of hell.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN --- THE DEAD GAME --- PART 44

The sun's bloody tears
Drip red into the clear blue ocean.
Soon all will be red.
Even the white, fluffy clouds overhead.

The sun has reached its end.
It can no longer shine with warmth.
It will hold its head high for one last show,
Before the bloody explosion.

There will be no more sunlight.
No softly swaying clouds.
Only the moon and its cold touch
To lead the way.

No way to distinguish one day from the next.
Time will have no markings.
No differentiation.
Time will continue the same way forever.

No seasons to look forward to.
No holidays or birthdays.
Only the cold and endless nights.
And no sunshine.

The Dead hate the light.
They hate the sun and clouds.
The moon is their guardian,
Who will vanquish their enemies and seize the day.

Wherever I run I find bloody footsteps.
I'm trapped in a paradise lost to the unnatural,
Lost to the cold predator with no conscience.
How could I have let this happen?

I've been fooled too many times by Wolf.
He acts human and caring.
He has even showed me passion.
I must remember he's not human.

I hear him calling my name,
Like dust in the wind.
I refuse to answer.
He will not woo me or hypnotize me.

The war is on.
We will fight to the death.
No one will steal our town
Without a battle.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

 
 



 

THE DICTATES OF OLD MAN WINTER

flowersgardenlove:


The epic battle of the seasons.
Old man winter tries to
erase all signs of Fall.
He covers the ground
with his icy cold snow.
But Fall holds her leaves close
to her body and her heart.
Some have fallen,
lone casualties of war.
The battle rages
on the ground,
in the air,
and in the water.
Fall will have to succumb
to the dictates of Old man winter.
She has no choice.
But she puts up a valiant battle.
She will be back after Summer
finishes heating the earth.
Farewell.
We’ll see you soon.

SAY A PRAYER FOR ME

Casualty of war.
Casualty of nature.
Sad.
Alone.
Drifting.
In pieces.
No more music.
Silence forever.
Say a prayer for me.

THE FALLEN

ominousraincloud:

Sherbrooke Forest | By Penny Whetton

The tree has been hurt.
Scarred by the storm.
Its leaves have fallen.
Fallen soldiers of war.
Without a proper burial.
Who will mourn them?
The fallen of nature.
The tree will mourn
their loss.
Until new leaves sprout
to take their place.
And the cycle continues.