Llybian Minamino
Forlorn Hope
Rated: PG
Genre: Dark
Written: 9/10/04
The Fallen
by Llybian Minamino
Thought you’d take a walk tonight
Things are far too hectic and home
You’re drinking all your love away
And all that’s left is to roam
The sky is washed over in gray
The moon hangs from above
And reminds you of her eyes lately
Vacant and devoid of love
The late evening mist
Rises in columns off the lake
The wind pulls you northward
Signaling the path to take
They feed off of sorrow
They know only spite
They are the fallen
You’ll be one of them tonight
You’re drawn into the cemetery
None of this seems real
But yet you feel at ease
Amongst those as dead as you feel
You settle on the frosty grass
And wait for the sun to rise
Wondering if you’ll ever go home again
Your sighs freeze before your eyes
A lily on a grave
An angel carved in stone
The wind’s hiss sweeps across grass
You know you’re not alone
They feed off of sorrow
They know only spite
They are the fallen
You’ll be one of them tonight
Your heart beats off rhythm
You’ve a bad feeling in your gut
You race toward the exit
Only to find the gate is shut
You hear their high pitched shrieks
The winds of a coming threat
Your senses fade completely
As you’re drawn into their net
They feed off of sorrow
They know only spite
They are the fallen
You’re one of them tonight
But who exactly are these creatures?
That appear in the evening mist?
The fallen are nothing at all
Which is not to say they don’t exist
Genre: Dark
Written: 9/10/04
The Fallen
by Llybian Minamino
Thought you’d take a walk tonight
Things are far too hectic and home
You’re drinking all your love away
And all that’s left is to roam
The sky is washed over in gray
The moon hangs from above
And reminds you of her eyes lately
Vacant and devoid of love
The late evening mist
Rises in columns off the lake
The wind pulls you northward
Signaling the path to take
They feed off of sorrow
They know only spite
They are the fallen
You’ll be one of them tonight
You’re drawn into the cemetery
None of this seems real
But yet you feel at ease
Amongst those as dead as you feel
You settle on the frosty grass
And wait for the sun to rise
Wondering if you’ll ever go home again
Your sighs freeze before your eyes
A lily on a grave
An angel carved in stone
The wind’s hiss sweeps across grass
You know you’re not alone
They feed off of sorrow
They know only spite
They are the fallen
You’ll be one of them tonight
Your heart beats off rhythm
You’ve a bad feeling in your gut
You race toward the exit
Only to find the gate is shut
You hear their high pitched shrieks
The winds of a coming threat
Your senses fade completely
As you’re drawn into their net
They feed off of sorrow
They know only spite
They are the fallen
You’re one of them tonight
But who exactly are these creatures?
That appear in the evening mist?
The fallen are nothing at all
Which is not to say they don’t exist
Hooray to your rhyming skills! ^_^