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Midnight skies summer dreams arrive,

hills of vast weeds, and fields of rye.

A land so calm no bird would cry,

but then again no birds in sight.

No tender to keep my mind,

reverence holds my days.

searching for another

like lions I hunt for prey.

My sanctuary is no more,

all the trees turn to grey.

so scared for whats to come

all the colors they fade,

away.

My haven in uphold,

by the lions that guard the gates.

Their manes are black and their eyes are red

Such fear as this, these beasts await.

They move with a tremor,

run silent below godly stomps

Flashes of pain they want me to remember.

Controlling my psyche I cannot stop.

Closer and closer, their breath I can hear

Closer and closer, my scent is drawing them near.

I spry through arcades of their pitiless repute,

and see those from the past

(ghosts from the past)

who they devoured in fear.

These are monsters alone in the night.

No shadows they have, truly alone for their life.

Grasping onto an uncommon virtue,

no stop in sight (I see no light)

Spread trough the land,

as they hunt us with spite.

WE ARE MONSTERS

alone in the night, no shadows we have

truly alone for our lives.

REGALE

FEED

HERE I AM

My shields are down

Can not

Can not

CAN NOT WIN

This is such a dark place.

light emits only from the embers I hold to my face.

Stale air, no life is here.

Memories of pain and fear.