Onyx

Wings black as midnight draw back from infernos façade Secret devices sharp, keen of talons and man-made MAW EYES; Scarlet, pumpkin fire orange at the heart, sleek silence across an industrial park. A Golghota of wasted landscapes of dark homes dirty secrets die in shadowy shallow pools lit by starlight. Silky silence of doom gleam something slithers slides ruination in its wake it knows the deepest Darkest Hidden things In all of our lives. As a shadow, it glides across those who are foolish enough to witness... It drives burning engines Of our known deepest pride. It’s wings are of Raven claw in Hue and Design Sharp black onyx with a hint of Crimson at its core. Give the devil its do, Keen as a razor, it cuts our silent eyes his thoughts his regrets His desire. IT is so very much more, it watches form time Waits in the home… A heart, Onyx and black. IT rages, willing for war the anger the hate IT rips and it BOARS in the shadows of man It Cover the darkest of lands the silver shade of silence. The massacre of innocence Infernal devices turn as onyx wings burn Black They draw back from an intricate façade talons razored keen wired for flight. As Scarlet, pumpkin fire orange at its heart it knows all and lays waste to sanity to reap when it desires. Golghota of wasted city-scapes, of dark dirty secrets in all of our hearts all of our homes