• foreverseptember 10w

    What Rises From The Dark

    And what rises from the dark,
    Shall lay waste to one and all,
    From the petulant pretender,
    To the mountains standing tall,
    A dust, so harsh shall settle,
    On each house, and every street,
    Bringing forth such violence,
    Where good and evil meet,
    And what clambers from the dirt,
    Shall be a no more buried past,
    Nails scratching at the woodwork,
    Bells ringing as they're cast,
    From restless resting places,
    All the skeletons of man,
    Shall be the judge of reckoning,
    Over where all travesties began.
    ©clifton2