Sired by the Dark by S . M . Cook
The blackness of light Crashes upon the shores of my soul My hunted heart Lost in the chaos of rebirth Can you see the whispers of the ghost As our future casts stars upon the sands of time Where in the dawn of death Will we find those questions To which there are no answers Justice is a feeble man ’ s blindfold To placate the lies of hell I am lost to the joy of the wolves Calling for the moon to sail beyond my reach Waiting for the time of the intruder As the arrow of starvation nearly misses Do you believe in the love of morality As it drags us away from nature While only the burgundy shades of fear will prevail
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