The Land of the Purple Sky (part b)

November 19, 2009 at 4:25 AM Leave a comment

The curtain slowly rises upon a dark dismal day…

As the insane infant smiles a creepy scowl,

His eyes drift slowly upward.

Peering through the haze of seething hatred and shame

His soul erupts in stark electiric laughter.

No love, no hate… just anymosity towards the living…

And fear of those fortunate dead… carries him forward.

Was that by chance a microscopic glimmer of hope, momentarily?

Or just the hairline crack in his personal mask?

Still sorrow follows him everywhere…

The life of Chaos’ first-borne Son…

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