Crimson stares
Round' the gentle stream
American leaves
Nordic melodies
Everything, every dream

Sheep daunted
Gracefully the wind hums,
Darkened clouds-
The warmth overbears us.
Trees, oh mighty-
They tremble in the haze,
A blue and green fury.

Stilling like-
Some dying machine, unmade.

Branches whip
The gentle lake turns, churns

Bell shaped lanterns flicker
Before the man shaped name

Feelings of wet cold grass
Like woven fleshy cod
I feel-
I feel-
Has the man left the room?
I think it might be June

Evil snarls at the friendly gate
Tentacles grip as they await
Shimmering spouts of disgust and horror
Slip through cracks
Is he the converter?

Bleak and black; grinning meal
Searching for someone else to steal
Trap and keep
Twist and ******
He is the converter
He is the converter

Look at your body
All battered and bruised
Open the front page
Look at the news
The fear out side
Has found it's way in
Your cheeks aren't blushing
Your frown is grim
Listen to the wind whistle
What is that ever-going sound?
Why should you wonder
When you're on the ground

Silent

Still chilling are
Frozen blades

A silent battlefield-

The mysteries lie
Cold in the waters

Stories told remain
Woven in the pines

The morning dew remembers
Last bullets shot

In fight

You are rotting from the core
The sphere of your home
Is rotting your flesh body
All that is left is a fragile shell
Of ruptured bleeding porcelain skin
It is the sin, it is the sin

The demons came
Through pavement cracks
Unfinished doors
Faulty locks galore
As they crept
Boldly through the halls
They were felt unheard
Yet their singing mauls

The sleeping people
Lit a candle
To see whom it was
They saw their comfort
And danced with it
Tremendously

They are here
It is time for
Some great repentance
For our families have
Grown weak as the night
Grows cold

Surrender completely
And solely
To God
Before this outrage
Is set in stone