Creature's
Creature's of the sun!
I bow to you, my kings!
Oh tyrant, oh glory!
I cry thy name.
I weep beneath these forbidden clouds,
As they surround me, I lose all sense of hope.
Worship one’s nightmare.
Butcher one’s dream.
The mirror reflects the terror’s within.
With sewn shut eyes,
I search the unlimited depths of my mind.
They watch, they haunt, and follow near.
As the shadows dance, the creature’s come.
Beyond this Earth, my will be done.
The creature’s in flames, burn like the Sun
Copyright © Dylan Shea | Year Posted 2011
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