Old Intentions

The hollow cowls of modern dreams
The harsh whispers of forgotten screams
The darkness clouds my weary mind
From the bitter truth we cannot hide

You come on wings as black as night
The endless span to fly the fight
The fangs come with their venom strong
They cram in to join the endless throng

A mob of tears and fury spent
With no one knowing what wrong we meant
We strike our hands to electric skies
So that we see light before we die

Our soul intention lost in sleep
Before they got caught in the darkness deep
We slight our friends for evils known
To pick the poison that we have grown

Take heed to this in bodies frail
The sweated skin, so taught, so pale
With no life left, but blood inside
But from that truth we cannot hide

What was once that good intention
Has come to be the soul prevention
Of what we once kept deep within
A goodness buried, deep in your skin

The understanding in your foreign gaze
So unkin to mine within this haze
Of nothingness profound thought escapes
The nightmare scenes of this dreamscape

Forgive me the weakness that stays my hand
Evil comes spreading this burnt, charred land
And in scorched breaths I scold my tongue
But now, fear not, the end's begun

The time that remains though painful and slow
Must soon recede and then on we shall go
The fire and flame that eats up our good
The perfect kindling, to fire this wood

The forest of forgotten, the tales of the old
The stories we knew, that used to be told
The fires we had with light dancing beside
The fairies of ashes as they crumpled and died

The end, the end, the end must come
The battle is nigh, the night's killed the sun
The end, the end, the end has come
The terrors of tales that have been lost for good

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