beneath depths, murky
primeval beasts awaken,
© All Rights Reserved A. F. Stewart
Dark Poetry set to music. (It’s also the book trailer for the related work “The Dark Horde”)
No sight is ever left behind,
Except when money can be made,
Then the ignorance is palpable,
Preying on all the dupable,
It is their only stock and trade,
By them all evil is defined…
They love only their own kind,
Only for a price is fury stayed,
Though they are quite capable,
Yours is a loss acceptable,
Your wages are already paid,
Just another of the lowly blind…
No straight path you’ll ever find,
Save the trenches where the young are laid,
You become one of countless parables,
By your blood, our land is arable,
By your loyalty you are betrayed,
Trust them, you won’t even mind…
Ages past, the contract was signed,
Paper, ink, and seal decayed,
Untarnished though, are all the fables,
You dream of feasts at heavenly tables,
Until every hair has greyed,
Then at last, your coffin is lined…
Darkening room… Growing darker.
Light fades… Shadows merge.
Evil lurks… Creeping closer.
A sudden chill… Grips my soul.
Am I conscious? All is dizzy.
Where is body? Mind is bending.
Something’s calling… Overwhelming.
Falling into darkness… Never-ending.
© All Rights Reserved Andrew Drage
From the book The Dark Horde