When the darkness comes caving in,
And you're solitary, alone.
Every step you take, a sin,
And the landscape, cold as stone.
When the darkness draws nearer,
There's worry in your mind.
Today will get no dearer,
And tomorrow won't be kind.
When the darkness growls and speaks,
Your body shivers and shakes.
Will it last months, will it last for weeks?
Oh, for goodness sakes.
When the darkness touches the sky,
There's no more angels in heaven.
How many survivors are beginning to cry?
Not five, not six, more than seven.
When the darkness paints our land,
The sky, the clouds, the moon.
We know the world's at the palm of his hand,
And he won't drop it anytime soon.
When the darkness beckons us, silent,
You get the urge to obey.
And for this darkness is oh-so violent,
You have no chance to get away.
When the darkness possesses the sun,
You know it's not coming back.
There's no chance to hide, there's no chance to run,
For everything essential, you lack.
When the darkness begins his story,
End it, he shall not.
There'll be no light, there'll be no glory,
You'll be left to rot.
When the darkness tries to grab me,
Success escapes this nightmare.
I was strong, and I broke free,
Such an ocassion is quite rare.
When the darkness fails,
And he does not get what he wishes,
He promises, he swears, on all the four gales,
That I will be swimming with fishes.
When the darkness sends out a threat,
Rage has hold of his figure.
He flew at me, as quick as a jet,
But my intelligence was bigger.
When the darkness misses an aim,
He crashes, down to the ground.
He is obviously hurt, he is obviously lame,
And, from him, no sound.
When the darkness can fight no more,
It seems that all is okay.
I hoped for no blood, I hoped for no gore,
I hoped for a world without grey.
When the darkness is growing weak,
Excitement builds up inside me.
He could not move, he could not speak,
Yet I was filled with such glee.
When the darkness knows he shall fall,
There's one last thing he will try at.
When he can croak, for help he will call,
But I won't let him do that.
When the darkness is quite, hushed,
I stare at him, coldest glare.
It was his heart that I had crushed,
And I left myself standing there.
When the darkness escapes, exits, he's forever gone,
And I expect a happy ending,
But now I cannot live, I cannot go on,
Due to messages my mind is sending.
When it comes to the first moment of light,
Crowded by the village, I take a bow.
There is no more evil, no more fright,
But the darkness is still haunting me now.
And you're solitary, alone.
Every step you take, a sin,
And the landscape, cold as stone.
When the darkness draws nearer,
There's worry in your mind.
Today will get no dearer,
And tomorrow won't be kind.
When the darkness growls and speaks,
Your body shivers and shakes.
Will it last months, will it last for weeks?
Oh, for goodness sakes.
When the darkness touches the sky,
There's no more angels in heaven.
How many survivors are beginning to cry?
Not five, not six, more than seven.
When the darkness paints our land,
The sky, the clouds, the moon.
We know the world's at the palm of his hand,
And he won't drop it anytime soon.
When the darkness beckons us, silent,
You get the urge to obey.
And for this darkness is oh-so violent,
You have no chance to get away.
When the darkness possesses the sun,
You know it's not coming back.
There's no chance to hide, there's no chance to run,
For everything essential, you lack.
When the darkness begins his story,
End it, he shall not.
There'll be no light, there'll be no glory,
You'll be left to rot.
When the darkness tries to grab me,
Success escapes this nightmare.
I was strong, and I broke free,
Such an ocassion is quite rare.
When the darkness fails,
And he does not get what he wishes,
He promises, he swears, on all the four gales,
That I will be swimming with fishes.
When the darkness sends out a threat,
Rage has hold of his figure.
He flew at me, as quick as a jet,
But my intelligence was bigger.
When the darkness misses an aim,
He crashes, down to the ground.
He is obviously hurt, he is obviously lame,
And, from him, no sound.
When the darkness can fight no more,
It seems that all is okay.
I hoped for no blood, I hoped for no gore,
I hoped for a world without grey.
When the darkness is growing weak,
Excitement builds up inside me.
He could not move, he could not speak,
Yet I was filled with such glee.
When the darkness knows he shall fall,
There's one last thing he will try at.
When he can croak, for help he will call,
But I won't let him do that.
When the darkness is quite, hushed,
I stare at him, coldest glare.
It was his heart that I had crushed,
And I left myself standing there.
When the darkness escapes, exits, he's forever gone,
And I expect a happy ending,
But now I cannot live, I cannot go on,
Due to messages my mind is sending.
When it comes to the first moment of light,
Crowded by the village, I take a bow.
There is no more evil, no more fright,
But the darkness is still haunting me now.
Just a poem I wrote to go with this rather apocalyptic picture. :3 I think that creature there (with the red eyes) is a cat, but I can't be sure. :L I also tried to sort of personify darkness. I had a fun time writing the poem. c: On the dark area of the picture, it looks like some of the world has been torn off, and now space is appearing to that area. .O.
I just really felt the need to write something creepy...So I did...Or tried to, at least. Sorry if the poem/picture/poem and picture isn't/aren't very good~ ^-^
Comments and crits for both the picture and the poem are highly appreciated! owo
I just really felt the need to write something creepy...So I did...Or tried to, at least. Sorry if the poem/picture/poem and picture isn't/aren't very good~ ^-^
Comments and crits for both the picture and the poem are highly appreciated! owo
