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Their Voices Sleep Once Again
tis not but a storybook,
home to life's calling cards,
waiting to spill life's truths
mighty is this bedroom, for
each occupant has their story
governed by a voice unheard
here many voices reside,
confined inside boundaries,
silenced until disturbed
once disturbed they awaken.
their spirits roam thru the night
sharing or collecting stories
in time one must decide to
embrace or fear them.
the choice is yours alone
once the calling cards have fallen,
their recall now begins, and
their voices sleep once again .....
tis not but a storybook,
home to life's calling cards,
waiting to spill life's truths
mighty is this bedroom, for
each occupant has their story
governed by a voice unheard
here many voices reside,
confined inside boundaries,
silenced until disturbed
once disturbed they awaken.
their spirits roam thru the night
sharing or collecting stories
in time one must decide to
embrace or fear them.
the choice is yours alone
once the calling cards have fallen,
their recall now begins, and
their voices sleep once again .....
The Stranger Cometh
Seek not I the dream
for it succumbed to cold
and dwells in the world of death
The dream, once alive
embodied in warmth of sun
dancing by direction of wind
cooled by night and
returned to sun once again
So cold this gastly tale
So empty the words
So mysterious the reason
So unheard the wail
marked is the time
when truth comes to light
marked is the place
where payment will be collected
The stranger cometh
riding on wind without song
for that time always comes
and waits for none
Seek not I the dream
for it succumbed to cold
and dwells in the world of death
The dream, once alive
embodied in warmth of sun
dancing by direction of wind
cooled by night and
returned to sun once again
So cold this gastly tale
So empty the words
So mysterious the reason
So unheard the wail
marked is the time
when truth comes to light
marked is the place
where payment will be collected
The stranger cometh
riding on wind without song
for that time always comes
and waits for none
Black Is The Room
many spirits dwell and
feed upon the darkness ......
with silent voice they bring
visions from angels and demons ......
black is the room of
mind-bending suffrage ......
home to fear and imagination
is this tomb of uncertainty ......
there are no secrets here
for all things come to light ......
the shadows may contain
what has and is to come ......
only so much can be seen
but much to feel and hear ......
find yourself or be consumed,
for Black Is The Room ......
many spirits dwell and
feed upon the darkness ......
with silent voice they bring
visions from angels and demons ......
black is the room of
mind-bending suffrage ......
home to fear and imagination
is this tomb of uncertainty ......
there are no secrets here
for all things come to light ......
the shadows may contain
what has and is to come ......
only so much can be seen
but much to feel and hear ......
find yourself or be consumed,
for Black Is The Room ......