Friday, October 5, 2012

The Edge of Reality

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Reality stood
Looking back
At the ashes
Of what was left
From the ruins
Of existence

The rage within
Unleashes the fury
Upon the impious
As they dare to defy
Wreaking havoc
Unto innocents

Mistress Death
Stood there laughing
As she boiled
The heads of
A billion dead
Forgotten alien souls

A forewarning to abide
Never to cross the line
As my wicked nature
Brings forth a wrath
That shall strike
When least expected

Immortal beings can cry
In their damned isolation
When everything ends
They will still be there
Never feeling tranquil
Only knowing obscurity

A lonely life this can be
Immortality with a price
Roaming ceaselessly
Among the mortal realm
In the shadows of night
Waiting to rise again

I must yield to you
To your touch, dear sister
All things must face Death
She is a patient mistress
My time has come, Reality ends
Death now must walk alone

In the cover of darkness
I have long searched
To quench this hunger
Be there no end in despair
Now alone on this quest
In the coming of the undead

Copyright © 3/2012 Chris Smith /Lucy Martins


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