Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Scared of the consequences on deaths throne

A foreign city living alone

Where the good and the bad overrides the rest

Deep down far far west

The shrines and towers we see

Are found from lights shooting out the lurid sea

No light from the heavens crown

Streaming down all over the ground

No waves ripple and curl

During the night the waves whirl

The wind whips which makes it grand

Somewhere in a happier land

The waves now have a brighter glow

The city is at an all time low

The earth moans for a new land

This isn’t grand

Eternity will not remain

Those will live in vain

The people there aren’t well

This really feels like hell


2 comments:

James Horner said...

whited out lines?

James Horner said...

first lines are whited out