dour

 
my terror utters screams you cannot hear
only the damned take notice
with racous laughter
heckling my demise

show fear better not
Or the whole riotous lot will attack
heed my warning or blister
in the hated cold where everything is dour

Stand your ground and hold tight to your beliefs
cause the demons come to feast
gorging on your doubts
lying to you, shouting with closed mouths
but you hear them all the same

It is an evil game they play
Madness bane if you back down
They will become more brazen
assaulting what you know, battering your senses

tis a fight you can't win
but the soul with heart will earn respect