this village of Platonius was the only city
physically lowered by the Gods into an
underwater abyss.
the inhabitants were given the ability to breath underwater
but,if they tried to surface the flares of the sun would strike then with burnt termination.
the wild disjointed mentality of these people was both taboo
and unforgiving,legendary though they were.
once known as the isle of EMIL a once sacred post to the mythical God
Fuutre.
why would a God sentence this humankind of wretches to such
a plight?
Harsh resolve some say.
to this day if you ever stand by a body of water of any kind and you see the foam of
bubbles,remember these people for they have not forgotten you.
The heat and radiation
confronts the frustration
our sun grows bright
and the fire dims right
the people stare and wait
scared for there lives "great"
others don't worry about it
smoke a joint and say "doubt it"
I sit here in my room, A/C on
cold as ice and write an con
continue my novel or guitar riff
as others stare at the sun so stiff
but as the last second nears
and the people lose some fears
the sun goes over the horizon
while the people sigh at the Vizion
and then I go outside knowing
I knew something big was growing
then the sky made a silent sound
as the earth made the cold ground
"the calm before the storm" I said
"not this false start again- again"
I was wrong and the sky filled the coda
and the last thing we said was "supernova"
On top of the mountain lived a king
He banned the village from song
They wondered why their king was sad
The people would cry to no avail
They hoped and prayed it wouldn't last long
And soon they'd sing his funeral song
The king was only an empty shell
For singing was all they ever had
Tho they knew their king was wrong
He never let his people sing
To get the rhyme read it first line then last and so on
in the night, the demons are waiting
the vampires are stalking there prey
the ghosts are haunting
in the night, people are watching
following, judging
in the night, the dark and black time of day
where i feel most welcome
and my friends come out to play
in the night, when screams can be heard
and the dead are walking aroud like a zombie herd
in the night, yes, thats where i will be
hanging with the poltergists as they float around me
in the night, the demons are my friends
the vampire are my buddies
and the ghosts are my pals
in the night, i am one of them
one of the scary things
that people scream when they see
in the night, when they see me
in the night, thats where i will be.
in the night.
The life became as
dragons fire,
The people lost the
Mind way,
And I brought a
simple desire,
Just to know the
last pray.
There know I deep
forest,
Many creatures of
beyond
Are waiting here in
a mass
To tell the people
their best.
*
My Unicorn!You are
the Main!
This is your
ancient tree!
Ive been waiting...
Just tell us how to
be!
My Unicorn-the ray
of hope,
You glanced at
once and said:
You said me to
come,
You said me to tell,
To say you the
pray,
To call the Ancient
Council,
To ask for the
angels ray,
To show the
Worlds Soul.
*
And Ive been
waiting,
Im praying now,
I know you are
here,
I know you are
coming.
Im down my knees,
The world is
breaking down,
Tell me,saint,please,
How to stop the
fire.
My Unicorn!I see
you comin!
I hear fairy
creatures voices,
I feel my pulse is
empty,
To die is the price
of calling.
But you ll then
arise me,
And you ll give
advice,
I ll get your wisdom
As it was at once.
*
My Unicorn!Youre
the Main!
This is you ancient
tree,
Ive been waiting...
Just tell us how to
be!
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