Untold Story

I stand beneath this crumbling bridge An echo from the past And ponder who has come before A matey or a lass. Did they cross this bridge With hopes held high With dreams of far off lands A soldier on his way to war Two lovers hand in hand. I stand beneath this crumbling bridge…

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Unpleasant Dreams

A warm summer night, the smell of hot bodies permeates the air. Fear hangs thick Seeping it's way into the hearts Of the innocent. Images of death flash through Young minds with thoughts of a future never to be had. Memories of the life already lived Recycle into a horror picture of their own. Finally…

Darkened

Night shines into the abyss of despair And shadows rise from their coffins Searching to destroy the light and Replace it with eternal darkness. Seek the pleasures of the soul But guard carefully, for without Concious effort the heart shall Be stolen and cast into the pit. With the light doused, the soul is dark.…