Fear

She clapped her eyes at the somber hill,

Her blood-curdling screams gives me a spine chill.

She is groping in the darkest shadows,

Whilst the evil lurking behind the gallows.

Wispy lightning awakens the dark nights,

Nymph sailing through the thicket cries.

Pines sneer at the intruder,

Yet the intruder ponders over thy creator.

As I tread through the grit and boulders and the bushes of the inferno,

I discern the hideous, seething snarls of indignation.

Creosote fading and seeping through the gorges,

And the pledge of allegiance with the witches.

Shuddering whispers in the gloaming,

Fear entrenched deep in her forlorn moaning.

Wreath of fog shadows the evil,

But the belief in its silhouette is primeval.

Formless and nameless it is, in its traits,

Prevalence is what haunts our fates.

As I tread through the grit and boulders and the bushes of the inferno,

I discern the hideous, seething snarls of indignation.

Claws looming out of the smirking breeze,

Luring our minds into ruse and tease.

She is driven into absolute peril,

The savior is far beyond the reach of aural.

Her unspeakable atrocity strikes incessant,

The bleak realities are far more unpleasant.

Rapture is the only savior from revulsion,

And it's about fucking time for redemption.

As I tread through the grit and boulders and the bushes of the inferno,

I discern the hideous, seething snarls of indignation.