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UNHALLOWED NIGHTFALL


Nightfall, the pale crescent moon, hung in the gallery of doom
It’s silent lightfall, upon the frozen night gazed,
The darkest form of obscure design
It was in that heretic graveyard, brimming, festering with fungal madness
There we precariously walked down, darkly along the grim wrought path
The desecrated tombs, abused, fumed ash swept away with terrible vapors from the moon
Suspicious, conspicuous fog, thieving white night tendrils
Creeping down the narrowing dirt path
We tread softly, silently along these ravenous, nocturnal grounds
Then, the haunting, unhallowing screams from dreams of long forlorn necrotic schemes
Where fettered, teeming with deception, eyes wide agaze into empty black pools
And there we espied the ghouls,
And assumed that they thirsted hungrily for our supple bodies,
The sweet flowing red essence that is trapped between our veins
And in that instant, I was paralyzed, again by their eyes, sunken and demonic
Bleeding black eyes, an escape into nameless madness
They tread harshly, yet slowly
Shambling their decomposing, filth ridden cadavers towards our bleak misfortune
I closed my fragile blue eyes to try to escape this intolerable lunacy
But I am now sunk in the perpetual abyssal darkness
Lo! A brief flash of light came piercing through that profane night
And I awoke to the miserable sight of my poor young friend
She was eaten and raped
I was still paralyzed, and again I did dive into that yawning sinister abyss
Where reason it but a thin string, their depraved thoughts possessing my psyche
Alas, they bid for me, a worsened fate, then rape, or being devoured alive
They desire for me to breathe on, but with no love or song
No heart or soul, only a brain, functioning, but perpetually insane
I am to exist as a madman under the astral reigns
I would have chose death over such gruesome of a fate,
Than live like this forever, but I have no choice
It is Their will

Ian James MacMillan

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