• logophile394 6w

    Far into the land we go
    The land of misery and of woe
    Devoid of laughter and of hope
    Where the darkness seeps through the bones
    And sad voices screech and beg to be heard
    Where delight is not known and dreams are forgotten
    Truth is but myth and every word is rotten
    The twisted paths that lay ahead are dark and lonely
    Where chaos rules and the chasms echo
    With the cries of the lost
    And the cold flames of malice rise
    And the scarlet rivers flow through dead, ashen valleys
    Far into the land we go
    Broken we will remain
    And in the end, turn to stone.
    ©logophile394