Deep down inside a dream at the bottom of my wishing well Blood and darkness grew extrememly rich the faster as I fell A voice then came to wake my heart, heavier than an anchor cast, as I believed this was the part my death, a vision, would come to pass. Know this for sure it spoke to me And hear the voice of reason But I was deaf at first so fearfully engulfed by my own treason. I did not see what I see now a truth so plain would change the course Many monsters Did surround yet none as deadly as in my corpse. What kind of monster are you?! the voice asked. No teeth have taken your limbs. Then one by one each monster I grasped and beneath their tendrells I did swim. Monsters of monsters populate Their jaws the size of islands with teeth just like electric blades It was certain Id have to fight them. When fighting monsters, I found a foe familiar to my surprise What it was I came to know? Twas fear that brought demise And in the end the beasts were friendly Kind as ocean pearls They relinquished me from terror so heady And on the surface my sails unfurled. Fighting monsters by Ro
Posted on: Tue, 26 Nov 2013 05:37:08 +0000
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