As I walked along the river, watching raindrops make it quiver,
Dampening my ceaseless worries with the calm sound of downpour.
Saw I such a mass a looming, dragging waves of certain dooming.
Giving me a sense of glooming, glooming I could not ignore.
I try to suppress my feelings, dooming I have felt before.
Silent screaming nevermore
Thoughts I suddenly remember on this cold night in December,
Thoughts of changed reality try to suppress my past so sore.
"Its just a trick played by a tree, it's not him to come back for me"
Must keep hold of my sanity, though I have lost it once before.
Constant as the air deprived me, "when will this stop?" I implore.
Steady lasting evermore
As I come back from my weary rant I look around and study.
Straining for a view of that great figure I so much abhor.
Free am I from times severe, but yet I feel that he's still here.
Waiting for his chance when I'm near, privily tracking with rancor.
How can I be sure he's not just hiding on the sandy shore?
Letting me rest nevermore.
Quickly I try while disheveled, how to outsmart brain so deviled.
Turn my head as fast as I can, craning for the sight once more.
I won't make a single error while he's teasing me with terror.
Fright I cannot hide he savors; he won't stop until he gets more.
Weighed down with the hatred that ten other men can't even bore.
Anger to spare evermore.
Think I see the mass so loathsome, overcome my fears so tiresome.
Saturated in fatigue from striking in this midnight war.
I attack each shadow faster, miss not one averts disaster.
Finally I hit my master, self-proclaimed from times before.
All the might I have I muster, striking 'till of death I'm sure.
I must be free evermore!
