Frozen Aeons...

 

 

The whistling silence,

It bores holes in distant places...

Deep beneath our earth,

the grey warrior sleeps...

We feel these battle-torn rivers,

overflowing their banks...

To seep ice through our halls,

fog through our mind...

and we only ever dream of monsters now,

something waking in our bones...

Claws ticking and nicking the slow hours away,

spinning tunnels of depth...

Where we seek blindly for the door,

A way out...a way out...

See the ways,

we have already lost ourselves to the nothing.

Sleep, scream...spin,

Doesn't it just make you...

want to laugh and laugh,

these ghost-hours away?

I hear it coming now...

This storm of death,

the approaching darkness beyond this empty plain...

The dread that grows more viciously,

for there is no place...

not anymore,

to run...

to hide.

We look at those 2D images...

That dart their way about us,

doing this and that...

unaware of the darkness,

breathing down our necks...

Wake up,

wake up and see.

I see only death waiting...

out there,

Out wide...

The sun has gone,

and we have plunged beneath...

Frozen aeons.

 

Miss CLScarlett xx