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Vale Of Tears


The assembler of souls absorbes all within his reach
His seemingly perpetual glance of doom
would even make the smallest of serenities breach
As he rides the wind being the ghost of doom

Running darkness all around
A knife in her hand

Falling, 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

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