Gargoyles eerie fashioned in cold stone At rooftops edge or upon the ledge Protectors of the dark side appearing In semblance and resemblance as
The spawn of the demon lord
The fearsome one Sulfuric smoldering eyes luminescent Envisioned in tales by those who Would wed such stories to bed It is now the time that we find this Vanity is shed and all of the dread Put the legends to ease The young we do not tease As we place them on our knees Nite stories we find the soul To appease The lord of the dark still wanders the earth Looking for souls to take and own We say as we wander our streets in Light of day here he does not exist
Perhaps the luminescence that we see Is that of those whose souls are Captured welcomed in to his fold As he touches their table not Merely a fable Ingratiating their palate with all of their need Bold is their color as they walk in Their spikes upon the truth of light Fed the anima with the mantle
Of greed enhanced their power This there time they would Crush each doe a simple blow The land that once reaped benevolent In this there hour driven away Savannas and the grace to the human race Yes, the dark lord exists sulfuric and green Small doses or vast his mantle is cast
Lee Taylor
© 4/3/2002 |