The Clatter and its Bearer
Whilst I walked beneath skies unsighted a lamp light torch I ignited For my heart it thrust excited, chilling the spine and suspecting eye As I descended ever further from a distance there came murmur For murmur fait I did follow with stealthy steps of saddened sorrow I searched for being with no deny
A blackened veil grew ever stronger as my mind began to ponder Of beastly beings from land of yonder under thunder and scorching sky Slowly I crept with widened gaze among the mist and murky haze I continued to creep and crawling nearer found the clatter and its bearer peering afar from where I lie There I stood my eyes now drying with the sound of mortal crying Though from the contour of its lying did this sound seem insincere With wretched torch now dimmed to fade I wearily wondered upon the shade My limbs did shudder shivering soulless the eye advert from all its focus As I approached the crying near The sinful screams in all this sombre drew my breath far deep and longer than anyplace I had sought to wonder in this night of darkened wallow And with the fog so think and dreary I scarcely saw the shape crawl near me Its crooked sharpened fifthly fingers caressed the ground and me to hinder why this sound I thought to follow As my ears did leak with screaming suddenly I awoke from dreaming Thus all this terror brought me to seeming that I still lie in that locale And as to surge my lustful loathing came tattered tearing on my clothing But surely any dream unfeigned speaks of the fragile mind restrained? I thought in fear from beyond my veil Now with the drip-dripping of my brow a ghastly wind began to howl Growling forceful upon my brow outside my wretched warping room Whilst morning moans approached my ears my eyes did fill with fearful tears The shadows that stand in stealthy pose now crept and crawled like sneaking foes spreading there dark and dusky gloom Though as I rose upon my bed The sound it ceased and foes all fled and so relieved of all this dread how i decieved a tourturous death though was it life I indeed retrieved or merely desires I wanted believed the soul lies darker than that of the beast and under this moon the eyes will feast with thorny thought comes final breath
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