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Between The Sun's Ray's
Beneath the golden kiss of light
Where sunbeams trace their fleeting path
There lurks a dark, a yawning blight
A silent hymn of ancient wrath
No mortal eye may pierce its shroud
No hopeful gaze may see it clear
Yet whispers crawl, obscene, aloud
To haunt the soul and drown the ear
This shadow walks where light should reign
A maw of night where none may flee
It hums a dirge of binding chains
A dread that bends eternity
What lies beneath that veil so thin?
What claws unseen reach through the air?
A hidden pulse, a grinning sin
A presence foul beyond compare
The sun, though high, cannot defend
Its fire fails to pierce the veil
And though its warmth the day may lend
The shadow’s breath is cold and stale
I feel it rise, an ancient thing
Its coming carved in every bone
A nameless doom, a creeping king
Whose throne is all, whose voice unknown
Oh, wretched dark between the rays
Thy slumber stirs, thy gaze is close!
And we, like insects caught ablaze
Shall vanish, lost, now a ghost
What dread it brings, no tongue may tell
Its name unspoken, unholy, vast
But all shall bow, and all shall dwell
In shadow’s grasp, in pain to eternally last
Where sunbeams trace their fleeting path
There lurks a dark, a yawning blight
A silent hymn of ancient wrath
No mortal eye may pierce its shroud
No hopeful gaze may see it clear
Yet whispers crawl, obscene, aloud
To haunt the soul and drown the ear
This shadow walks where light should reign
A maw of night where none may flee
It hums a dirge of binding chains
A dread that bends eternity
What lies beneath that veil so thin?
What claws unseen reach through the air?
A hidden pulse, a grinning sin
A presence foul beyond compare
The sun, though high, cannot defend
Its fire fails to pierce the veil
And though its warmth the day may lend
The shadow’s breath is cold and stale
I feel it rise, an ancient thing
Its coming carved in every bone
A nameless doom, a creeping king
Whose throne is all, whose voice unknown
Oh, wretched dark between the rays
Thy slumber stirs, thy gaze is close!
And we, like insects caught ablaze
Shall vanish, lost, now a ghost
What dread it brings, no tongue may tell
Its name unspoken, unholy, vast
But all shall bow, and all shall dwell
In shadow’s grasp, in pain to eternally last
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