Død

A figure laid on the ground
So malicious, that the flowers around die
A dark heart laid on the ground
So cold, that all water formed into ice
A shadow fell over the woods
Over the mountains

As the figure’s soul pushed towards it
The figure’s soul was shadow
A shadow of the forces of evil
Delicate and delight disharmony,
Chaos through calm water,
Monotony for the pig ears,
Shivering for the deepest souls.
The truest art,
Darkness.

Ian V. Seymour ©2011

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