One more for the cauldron

by Christopher Lee   Apr 27, 2007


Change of scenery for the ill begotten son,
His eyes a shifting hue of green and Grey.
Reflecting moods never centered on one,
churning and pounding throughout the day.

Knowledge of whats to come haunts,
it's cold breath reeking of hurt.
Little pictures shown to taunt,
with no real meaning to assert.

He perceived on the horizon,
an enemy of soulless heart.
Its horror covered with jewels that shone,
but smelling like a well aged fart.

The beast extends it's claws,
offering a tempting prize.
Above the proceedings a raven soars,
belting out disturbing crys.

A choice of fates given,
but each no less horrid than the last.
To madness is the champion driven,
for the fates have already been cast.

Unrecognized goes evils lies,
blanketing all that is good in confusion.
A mirror of the lost placed before Grey/green eyes,
captivating them with illusion.

Deeper falls the chosen prey,
it's light fading with coming night.
surrounding monstrosities cackle at the play,
their master taking the champion without a fight.

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