Chigwinkle
01/04/09, 09:59 AM
Heres a short piece I wrote today. It explores the idea of how the future could be not as bright as we hope.
In a street bathed by lamp-light,
Sinister shadows like fiends
Begin to creep like machines
Of savage and dark intentions,
Fuelled only by not-so divine interventions.
We met before midnight
Under the stars, like two lovers
Wishing we had stayed safe under our covers,
Because the river’s turned to ice,
Our dragon’s breath will have to suffice.
The canal walkways are more slippery
Than the situation at hand,
So be cautious, I want you to understand
That behind us lurks not our past,
But the impending and it’s coming fast.
Approaching faster than the speed of the light,
The darkness follows,
Flooding the alleyways, alcoves and hollows,
Moving fluidly like a well-oiled cog,
Carrying on its back a deceitful fog.
Now we must hide from what is to come,
Shivering, our eyes closed
By the thought of being exposed,
Quivering and crushed by the growing force
Of devastation and its vast lack of remorse.
In a street bathed by lamp-light,
Sinister shadows like fiends
Begin to creep like machines
Of savage and dark intentions,
Fuelled only by not-so divine interventions.
We met before midnight
Under the stars, like two lovers
Wishing we had stayed safe under our covers,
Because the river’s turned to ice,
Our dragon’s breath will have to suffice.
The canal walkways are more slippery
Than the situation at hand,
So be cautious, I want you to understand
That behind us lurks not our past,
But the impending and it’s coming fast.
Approaching faster than the speed of the light,
The darkness follows,
Flooding the alleyways, alcoves and hollows,
Moving fluidly like a well-oiled cog,
Carrying on its back a deceitful fog.
Now we must hide from what is to come,
Shivering, our eyes closed
By the thought of being exposed,
Quivering and crushed by the growing force
Of devastation and its vast lack of remorse.